At this moment, her heart was in extreme pain. Her footsteps were heavy as if they were filled with lead. She walked to the side of the bed and was only a few steps away, but it was as if she had exhausted all of her strength and walked for a century.
His hands trembled as he slowly lifted the sheet. A pale and familiar face appeared in front of him.
He had deep facial features and a pair of thick eyebrows. Who else could it be but her uncle?
At this moment, Xue Yating was overwhelmed by grief. She lay on the bed and cried hysterically.
After crying for a while, she raised her tear-stained face and shouted, "Hubby, are you joking with me? You're abroad. We even talked on the phone just now. You can't be dead. Wake up, wake up, tell me what happened."
"What should I do? Which one is the real you? Wake up! I want you to tell me yourself. Say it! Didn't you say you would love me forever and never leave me? Why…"