The door to the hospital room was ajar, and Nangong Yaoling stopped in his tracks. Xia Xiaonuan followed beside him, watching Qin Yi sitting in front of the hospital room, gripping Nangong Zhongli's shoulder tightly.
"Miss Zhong Li, calm yourself! If you're not afraid of dying, why should you fear living? Everything will pass, believe me..."
"No... no!" Nangong Zhongli reached out to grab her hair, her wrists wrapped in bandages, her face pale, her expression devastated.
Her gaze was fixed on the empty place beneath the blanket where her left leg used to be.
She looked on in terror, as if staring at the most frightening thing on earth.
"I beg you... please! Let me die!" she cried and screamed, pleadingly looking at Qin Yi.
In only a little over a week, Qin Yi seemed to have aged ten years.
Qin Yi repeatedly begged Nangong Yaoling to let him stay at the hospital to care for Zhong Li. Nangong Yaoling, unable to bear seeing him like that, agreed.
