Yun Xiangxiang rested her chin on song Mian’s shoulder. Tears rolled down from her eyes like beads. Her expression was a little numb. There was no expression on her face, only tears that could not be stopped.
They fell on song Mian’s shoulder bit by bit, seeping into his clothes. The coldness was bone-piercing, and it was so cold that he felt pain all over his body.
“I’m sorry. Think about it.”Song Mian had never felt so powerless before. He did not know how to comfort his wife. Song Xiangxiang had never felt so helpless before.
Yun Xiangxiang’s mind went blank. All she could think about was: Brother Jin is dead, Brother Jin is dead..
She suddenly felt so cold, so cold. Her heart was empty. She could not hear or feel anything.
She knew that song Mian had been talking to her, but she could not hear a single word. She felt very uncomfortable and suffocated.
