Bai Yeyuan’s large palm gently caressed the swaddling clothes across the air. His eyes were filled with reluctance.
But in the end, he had no choice but to let go of this child.
He stood behind the medical staff and his gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Xiao Ning who was on the operating table.
The girl’s face was as pale as paper and the blood stains on her abdomen made his pupils shrink. He could not stop the pain in his heart.
“Little Thing... why can’t the heavens let me bear it for you for a little longer?”
He wished he could bang his head against the wall and die again so that he could switch into Xiao Ning’s body like just now.
But he knew very well that the soul exchange between them required very precise conditions.
A rainstorm, Thunder, and a moment of life and death. None of them could be missing.
