Qiao Mianmian quickly walked over.
Her heart ached to see that Jiang Luoli was on the verge of breaking down. She reached out and hugged her. "Luo Luo, we'll definitely get Yueyue back. Don't cry anymore. Yueyue will be fine. She'll definitely be fine."
But Jiang Luoli couldn't hear a thing.
She was on the verge of breaking down. She hugged Qiao Mianmian and cried. "Mianmian, it's all my fault. It's all my fault. If I kept looking at Yueyue and didn't let her leave me, Yueyue wouldn't have been carried away.
"It's all my fault.
"Why did I leave Yueyue? I deserve to die, I really deserve to die. Mianmian, I'm so afraid. I'm so afraid of something happening to Yueyue… Mianmian, I'm so afraid, I'm so afraid." Jiang Luoli cried uncontrollably on Qiao Mianmian's shoulder, her whole body trembling.
Her hands were cold, and so was her body.
Soon, Qiao Mianmian's shoulders were wet.
