The two babies were held in her embrace, and upon hearing her cry so sorrowfully, they couldn't help but shed tears, even though they didn't understand what mommy was crying about. They were simply infected by her sense of despair, and began to feel uncomfortable.
Mu Bao'er and her child looked at them, unsure of what had happened, exchanging looks filled with worry.
But Ye Lu still had a shred of rationality amidst her overwhelming grief; after crying her heart out, she let Ling Kong take the bewildered children out.
Mu Bao'er sat at the bedside, her eyes full of pity, and sighed.
"Now, can you tell us what happened?"
Ye Lu leaned against the pillow, her gaze hollow, like a soulless puppet, even her breathing felt numb.
"They said…"
Her voice was hoarse and choked up.
"Jun Huang, he... died, he's dead."
The word "dead" weighed a ton, laboriously squeezed out from her throat, as she mumbled disconsolately, the last traces of light in her eyes fading away.
