Since it was dark, the countryside roads were only lit by moonlight, which made them pitch-black; particularly difficult for traveling, as this route felt especially long.
Xiaoxiao's heart had sunk to the bottom. How could she have been so careless? Wang Xiangxiang was so reserved and quiet; she should have noticed something was wrong and never should have left her alone.
Throughout the journey, Xiaoxiao cried incessantly, sobbing and calling out, hoping to awaken her.
"Sister Wang, you must hold on, your brother is still waiting for you."
"Things aren't so desperate, at least Chu Lian genuinely likes you."
"You absolutely mustn't let anything happen to you."
"..."
"..."
In response to Xiaoxiao's calls, Wang Xiangxiang didn't hear a single word; she was already in a deep coma.
Seeing Xiaoxiao cry like that, and Ms. Wang's condition worsening, the wife of the second eldest also began to cry uncontrollably.
The silent night amplified the piercing sounds of their cries.
