Hold Her Close

"…"

Silence filled the ward once again.

Outside this ward, one could see the main street across, crowded with people and vehicles.

This was a bustling world; a prosperous world that ordinary people enjoyed.

As Kong Xinqiong listened on, after a short silence, a drop of tear trickled down her cheek.

She did not wipe off the tear but tried to speak. Her voice was hoarse like a broken pot.

"… I don't know… anything. Just do whatever the police needed to do."

Accompanied by a sigh so soft as if no one heard it, she closed her eyes once more like a snail who shrunk back to its shell. She seemed to want to resist till the end.

Tang Yuanchu closed his eyes in disappointment, then looked at Bai Muchuan in anticipation to receive any possible instruction.

Bai Muchuan was unmoved. "Do think it over carefully. However, don't try to attempt suicide. You won't be able to die."

…

Silence prevailed once again.