Gu Qili cried her heart out, utterly defeated. At this moment, for her, being alive only meant the presence of a body without any meaning.
When Tang Tianyou opened the door and came in, what he heard was her suppressed sobs, and guilt gripped his heart like an invisible hand squeezing it tightly.
If only he had protected her a bit more thoroughly, if only he had rushed there sooner, if only...
But there are no ifs. The damage has been done, and all consolations seemed pale. No one could truly understand the heart-wrenching pain of losing a child.
He had always wanted to keep her safe and by her side in well-being, but in the end, he had achieved nothing.
Gu Qili's tears had almost dried up, her hands clutching a package tightly, her shoulders suddenly covered with a warm palm, causing her whole body to shiver and tears to slide down her cheeks.
