You Mean the World to Me (1)

An Yibei rushed to the hospital as soon as he finished work.

Pushing the door open, he saw a quivering lump under the duvet.

He had been able to keep his mind calm, until he saw this scene.

Walking up to the bed, he lifted the duvet. A red-eyed An Xiaxia looked up at him. She had huddled up in a ball, looking as fragile as an abandoned baby.

"You big baby! Stop crying! Your tears won't bring those people back!" An Yibei's voice was cold as ice.

An Xiaxia asked in a nasal voice, "Have they found… Kang Jian's body?"

An Yibei sighed. "No…"

"So, there's a chance that he's still alive?" An Xiaxia's face lit up.

An Yibei couldn't bring himself to refute her and nodded.

That chance was very slim.