"My daughter is ruined, and my son is about to die. Zhu Dekun, I don't want to live anymore, but I can't die like this. I have to pull you down with me." Cui Li smiled strangely. "Now, this is great. This is great." With that said, she stood up and walked out.
Zhu Dekun raised his hand to stop her, but he couldn't make a sound at all. Instead, sparkling liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth…
Cui Li left the detention center and returned to the hospital. Zhu Yichen had already been unconscious a long time. He held his son's hand and tears fell. If she could make her son recover, she would be willing to lose twenty years of her life.
When she thought of her daughter in prison, she suddenly couldn't take it anymore. She turned around and ran into the washroom, wailing.
But after crying, she still had to dry her tears because her son was still around. She couldn't give up.
