The scene in front of her was becoming blurrier and blurrier.
Blurrier and blurrier.
Blurry as it was, she still walked over to her grandmother.
Looking at her aged face, there was not a trace of color.
The whole person lay on the bed, never to move again.
Ye Qichi watched Xie Ruotong, seeing her like this, not knowing how to comfort her.
How painful it must be to lose a loved one...
She had also lost her dearly loved grandmother in the apocalypse.
She could deeply empathize.
So at that mont, she said nothing.
Silent companionship was the best comfort for Xie Ruotong.
"Grandmother." Xie Ruotong called her gently.
Carefully.
As if afraid of waking Xiao Qinghui who was asleep.
"Grandmother..." Xie Ruotong called her again.
At that mont of calling out.
Ultimately, tears stread down her face.
Crumbling inside.
She truly did not know how to cope with such a blow.
She told her grandmother by her bedside to wait for her return.
She hadn’t yet returned.
How could her grandmother have left.
Xie Ruotong was trembling while holding back her sobs.
Suppressing the trembling all over her body.
The wound on her arm had just stopped bleeding, but now due to her exertion, the blood flowed uncontrollably.
Everyone watched Xie Ruotong’s heartbreaking appearance.
Yet ultimately no one said a word.
Xie Ruilin, at this mont, heaved a sigh of relief.
Just seeing Ye Qichi rush over had made her anxious again.
Watching Ye Qichi as if attempting to save her grandmother, she stared unblinkingly.
Fortunately.
Ye Qichi announced she had indeed passed away.
Fortunately.
Ye Qichi was powerless to help.
Only at this mont did she truly believe her grandmother had died.
Xie Ruotong’s only support was gone.
Of course, she dared not show any emotions, just lowered her head and kept wiping away tears.
Making others feel her imnse sorrow.
And next to her, Song Yanqing.
At this mont, he was not paying attention to Xie Ruilin, who was crying pitifully.
Instead, he was watching Xie Ruotong, who seed as if a breeze could knock her down.
Her suffering surpassed everyone else’s here.
Even by looking at her figure from behind.
He felt as if he could sense the unbearable grief and desolation in her heart.
"Brother Yanqing," Xie Ruilin’s crying voice softly called out to him.
He had been focusing on Xie Ruotong.
But in that mont of turning around, he saw Song Yanqing’s gaze.
Yes.
The present Xie Ruotong indeed had a desolate and shattered aura.
It could evoke pity in any man.
But she would absolutely not allow Song Yanqing to be soft-hearted towards Xie Ruotong.
Nor allow Song Yanqing to develop feelings for Xie Ruotong.
Song Yanqing heard Xie Ruilin’s murmur.
Forced himself to shift his gaze away from Xie Ruotong.
Forced himself not to care about Xie Ruotong’s bleeding body.
Not knowing what she had been through outside.
Why she returned injured.
Even with Ye Qichi, there seed to be so disarray and disorder on her.
The room was filled with mourning.
To be precise.
It was the mourning of a part of the people.
Because Xie Ruiyao was actually delighted inside.
She had completed the task given by Xiao Jinsen.
Upon returning, she would surely be lavished with affection by Xiao Jinsen.
Just the thought of their intimate monts.
Even still in the process of mourning Xiao Qinghui, her face blushed.
But it was also thanks to anticipating that Xie Ruotong would seek out Ye Qichi, thus everything was prepared in advance, even bribing her younger brother Xie Wenzhong, to delay ti and make Ye Qichi miss the critical period to save her grandmother.
What was hateful was.
Ye Qichi hadn’t died.
She had hoped that this opportunity would let Xiao Jinsen kill Ye Qichi too, eliminating future troubles.
It must have been Xie Ruotong who rescued Ye Qichi.
It was simply ddling.
It served Xie Ruotong right that after her grandmother’s death, her good days were over.
She felt no pity for her at all.
Inside the room.
Everyone was still crying.
Until.
Xie Ruotong’s straight back suddenly collapsed.
"Ruotong." Ye Qichi quickly supported her.
At that mont, Song Yanqing’s fingers seed to move slightly.
But was tightly grasped by Xie Ruilin next to him.
Song Yanqing pressed his lips together.
Ye Qichi, while supporting Xie Ruotong, quickly commanded soone to help, taking Xie Ruotong back to her forr bedroom to rest.
She had guessed that Xie Ruotong would surely faint.
So much blood loss.
Plus overwhelming sadness.
Even an iron man would fall.
Luckily she collapsed.
If not, it would only torture herself more.
Ye Qichi treated Xie Ruotong’s wounds, then waited by her bedside for her to wake up.
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