Lu Tingchen clutched Ye Wei's hand. His strength was so great as if he wanted to crush her flesh and blood and merge with her, so that they could never separate.
Inside the bedside table, there was always the Swiss Army knife he put in place. The blade was sharp, and one stroke could cut the throat.
He reached out, shaking, to see if she had any breath. If she had left, he would never live alone.
Without her, the world was desolate and boundless. He didn't want to bear the boundless loneliness alone.
He knew that if he left with her, it would be unfair to Ye Xiaobao and Ye Xiaobei. But what should he do? He loved Ye Wei more than those two kids!
So, he could only give up those two children and live and die with her.
It's really the simplest action, but it's such a simple one that Lu Tingchen couldn't do.
His big hand was as heavy as a big chunk of iron. He couldn't lift it.