"I can't take it anymore." Luo Xueyan was almost at her last breath, and there was no more vitality in her eyes. "My child is gone, and there's nothing to look forward to. It doesn't make a difference if I live or not. It's wasteful to feed me these expensive herbs."
"Sister, don't say that." Chang Zaiqing said, "If Fifth Miss finds out that you think this way, she will be very sad."
"Jiaojiao…" Luo Xueyan's eyes hurt. Shen Miao took a step forward and wanted to hold Luo Xueyan's hand, but her hand went right through it.
It was as if she did not exist.
