"Ugh, it's no use, he's beyond saving. Stop wasting your effort." Bai Yifan covered his face with one hand, crying, while grabbing Bai Anhai's arm with the other, stopping middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan from "saving" him.
"Let go quickly!"
Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan was anxious.
"He's beyond saving, just... bury him!" Bai Yifan sobbed.
Bai Anhai: ...
Great, he could already feel the frustration of crawling out of his coffin N years later.
"Xiao Fan, let go! Your dad might still pull through!"
Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan was anxious, pushing Bai Yifan aside and pulling Bai Anhai and Bai Xiqin towards the car window.
"He's gone, everything's cold already, I'll bring white chrysanthemums during festivals." Bai Yifan's wailing turned into melodramatic sobbing.
He looked exactly like the model child who lost both parents.
"Shut up!" Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan glared at Bai Yifan, tears falling from his eyes.
