Xiao Ling hugged Ye Feifei tightly, fearing that she would hurt herself because of her excessive excitement. His heart was cut by a knife and he could not say a word.
"Husband... Xiao Ling... you... tell me... what is going on? Our daughter is fine, right?" Ye Feifei asked.
Xiao Ling was silent, his deep eyes full of pain.
He was as painful as Ye Feifei when he lost a child.
"I...I don't believe it!" Ye Feifei shouted and then fainted in Xiao Ling's arms.
Xiao Ling picked up Ye Feifei and immediately took her back to the room for fear that something would happen to her.
"Xiao Ling, is this true?" Chen Muyin's face turned pale when she heard that Miss Xiao Er had an accident. She stood by the door, not even daring to look at Ye Feifei.
Ye Feifei was in pain as much as she was in pain.
How old was that child? How could he suddenly disappear?
"Mom... I'm sorry." Xiao Ling only said three words.
Yes, I'm sorry for not protecting my little daughter and taking good care of Ye Feifei, so that one of them left this world early and the other suffered the pain of loss.
Her son's voice was hoarse, so how could Chen Muyin not know how sad he was. She walked towards Xiao Ling step by step, put her hands on his shoulders, and hugged his head, as if she had comforted him like she did when he was a child.
"Son, I know you feel uncomfortable."
Xiao Ling didn't speak, he didn't even know how to cry. He was not a person who was good at writing emotions on his face. At this moment, his pain could only be buried in his heart.
Because he is a man who wants to be the backbone of Ye Feifei's family. If he is defeated by pain first, what will his wife do?
Ye Feifei slowly opened her eyes. Xiao Ling's shadow was reflected in her desperate and clear eyes. It was dark at first, and then quickly filled with thick water mist. Then the water mist condensed and rolled down, as if it could not stop.
The flood coming down is like...
"Feifei..." Xiao Ling felt even more painful because of these tears, "I'm here...don't cry, okay? Don't cry..."
If she continues to cry, his heart will sink into the sea and will never beat again.
Ye Feifei's eyes were red and she couldn't stop crying. She saw the worry on Chen Muyin's face and Xiao Ling's pain, but she couldn't help it.
She really couldn't accept that her dear little daughter would leave her like this.
"Xiao Ling... I'm dreaming, right?" Ye Feifei raised her hand and grabbed Xiao Ling's wrist, wanting the man to say yes to her.
But Xiao Ling remained silent.
Ye Feifei's heart almost stopped beating. She hugged Xiao Ling and cried loudly, "Why is this happening! Why did she leave us! She even video-recorded me today and talked a lot. She is just a child,
I haven’t seen better scenery yet, I haven’t become the most brilliant flower in the world, how could it be...how could it be..."
Children are what Ye Feifei and Xiao Ling care about most, and they usually deal with them harshly, but it is undeniable that these children are the treasures of their hearts, and they are not willing to let them go, not at all.
"I really can't accept it. Why did our daughter... our little daughter leave? Why." Ye Feifei asked painfully.
Because of the excessive pain, Ye Feifei cried for half an hour before she stopped, and then hiccupped again and again.
Xiao Ling had been gently helping her to calm her breath, because he was afraid that she would faint again, so his hand was tightly clasping her pulse.