I only have you left!

Madam Murong's eyes were sore as if a handful of sand had been spilled. She said,"You said you would compensate me, but you let me down. You didn't do anything you promised me ..." He said.

Madam Murong's voice was hoarse. Every word she said was like her skin rubbing against the rough ground, making people feel the pain.

It was very cold in the mortuary. Ji Mianmian shivered from the cold, and Madam Murong's voice made her feel sad from the bottom of her heart.

The most painful thing in life was probably this kind of life-and-death separation from one's love.

Ji Mianmian trusted Madam Murong's health. Even she, a normal person, would not be able to stand it if she stayed here for too long, let alone Madam Murong, who was so weak. She had not eaten for more than a day.

"Madam, let's go out first," she said.