5

5

This sentence instantly solidified Xu Qian's expression.

Her first reaction was that I was looking for someone to deceive her.

But the large words "People's Hospital Calling" displayed on the phone screen let her know that this couldn't be fake.

In her mind, the image of An An barely clinging to life in yesterday's video suddenly appeared.

She wanted to call me, but my phone had already been turned off.

"Impossible... impossible..."

Xu Qian's voice was in panic.

She left the airport and ran through more than a dozen red lights to get to the hospital.

But what suffocated her was the clean hospital room devoid of anything, without a trace of An An's presence.

A nurse handed her a diary with a photo of An An attached to it.

Her hands trembled as she took it from the nurse.

An eight-year-old child, with handwriting still quite immature.

But the contents of the diary made one feel a piercing pain.