Denial is the first stage of Grief.
For a moment, his brain seemed to stutter as he fought his way to catch up to Bei Tian's words. It hit him like a bolt of lightning, turning his sanity into ashes. He opened his mouth, but no words came.
His Lily was dead?
Zhou Jingren felt his nails grazed his palms as he lowered his head. How could she die? "That's not possible." he murmured as he shook his head. "That's not possible. She wouldn't leave me." He assured himself.
"Jingren... I..."
"Let's go to the hospital." He interrupted Bei Tian, complicated expressions flashed in his eyes. There is no way that Lily would leave him. She promised him. She promised to stay. She would never leave him, again.
