"Tingyun, how could you bear to abandon your children and Yueru? What are they going to do?"
Zhao Xiumei's cry echoed through the entire corridor. Li Yueru, who was in the intensive care unit, heard their cries and wiped away her own tears. She walked out of the room and was instantly speechless when she saw the two of them lying on someone else's corpse, their eyes red from crying.
As a mother, shouldn't she verify if it's her son's corpse?
"Mom! You…"
"Yueru, you're so pitiful, widowed at such a young age." Xu Yanshan continued to cry.
"Yueru, my son isn't around anymore. We must express our condolences to those who are still alive. You definitely won't be able to hold out in the hospital for the next two days. I didn't treat my son well when he was alive, but now that he's gone, I must do something for him.
You should just help my son with his funeral. This hospital…"
