In the office, Tingxuan sank deeply into the black leather swivel chair, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.
After a long time, he pushed away the computer and stood up suddenly.
He strode over to the window.
Took out a cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then exhaled slowly.
Sad memories wrapped around his handsome face like clouds of sorrow.
Closing his eyes, he could still clearly recall that scene.
The cries of Lin Ruoyao echoed in his ears; she cried inconsolably...
When he rushed into the ward, Lin Ruoxi was already lying on the white hospital bed.
The walls of the hospital were snow-white, the sheets were snow-white, and Lin Ruoxi's complexion was snow-white.
She lay there quietly, her body cold, without a trace of warmth.
Lin Ruoyao leaned against the bed, crying heartbreakingly, "Brother-in-law, my sister is dead. She's dead. It was Han Yi who killed her. It was Han Yi who forced my sister to death. You must avenge her!"
He stood in place, his mind blank.
