5

5

This sentence instantly froze He Chen's expression.

His first reaction was that someone was trying to deceive him.

But the large letters showing a call from People's Hospital on his phone screen let him know it couldn't be fake.

In his mind, the image of Yuanyuan, barely breathing from yesterday's video, suddenly appeared.

He wanted to call me, but my phone was already off.

"Impossible... Impossible..."

He Chen's voice was filled with panic.

He rushed out of the airport, ran through more than a dozen red lights to get to the hospital.

But what suffocated him was the clean, empty hospital room, devoid of any trace of Yuanyuan.

The nurse handed him a diary with Yuanyuan's photos pasted on it.

With trembling hands, he took it from the nurse.

The handwriting of the eight-year-old was still very immature.

Yet the contents of the diary were heart-wrenchingly painful to read.