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  Yan Rusheng raised his hand and patted Su Yue’s shoulders lightly. “Be strong.”


  “The surgery must have gone well. I already brought Xiaojiao with me. I’ll go see him.” Su Yue smiled and relinquished her grip on Yan Rusheng’s arm. She turned around and walked to Xiaojiao.

  “Su Yue.” Xuxu walked to her and hugged her.

  She pressed her lips and tried so hard to stop her tears from falling.

  “Third Brother, tell me.” Su Yue pushed Xuxu away and grabbed Yan Rusheng once again. “Jiao Chen’s surgery went well, right? A miracle must have happened.”


  “No, it didn’t,” Yan Rusheng replied, looking somber. He repeated clearly once more to make sure that Su Yue heard him. “Su Yue, Jiao Chen’s surgery wasn’t successful.”


  “You’re lying.” Su Yue roughly shoved Yan Rusheng away that it made him stumble a little. She took a step forward and yelled, “Give Jiaojiao back to me!”


  Xuxu hurriedly grabbed Su Yue. In between her sobs, she said, “Su Yue, don’t do this. Jiao Chen would be sad to see you in this state. What he was most afraid of was to see you cry.”


  “Give Jiaojiao back to me!” Su Yue shrieked hysterically and pushed Xuxu away. She bent to lift Xiaojiao.

  She ran everywhere to look for Jiao Chen.

  She asked everyone she saw about Jiaojiao.

  “Come with me.” Yan Rusheng caught up with Su Yue and grabbed her arm. He dragged her with him……

  Outside the hospital’s mortuary.

  Su Yue’s body was stiff, and she refused to budge.

  Yan Rusheng released her arm and said, “He is inside.”


  Su Yue raised her head and tears fell down. “Third Brother, how could you put Jiaojiao in this place? How could you allow him to stay with the dead people?”


  She walked with heavy footsteps towards the room.

  She gently pushed the door.

  Xiaojiao followed her. She was carrying the doll that Jiao Chen had bought for her.

  She had no idea what was happening. Her eyes were huge with fear, and she was afraid of Su Yue at the moment.

  There was a bed in the middle of the room. Su Yan was standing at the end of the bed, dressed in all black.

  “Jiaojiao!” Su Yue swiftly leaped forward.

  She carefully pulled the white cloth away.

  A familiar face met her eyes, and Su Yue shook her head repeatedly. “No. Jiaojiao. You can’t be here.”


  She pulled Jiao Chen’s arm and sobbed. “Get up. Jiaojiao, let’s go back home. Let’s go home. I won’t think of him. I swear I would never think of him again.”


  But the man didn’t move at all.

  “Why is your hand so cold?” She placed his hand on her cheek. “I’ll rub your hand, then you won’t be so cold.”


  “Why didn’t you trim your fingernails?” She rummaged in her bag to look for her keys. She found her nail clipper and said, “I’ll help you.”


  But the man refused to cooperate, and his fingers remained curled up. Su Yue gazed at Jiao Chen with her tear-strewn face. “Straighten your fingers. I can’t trim them for you now if you don’t.”


  Xuxu couldn’t bear to watch her any longer. She covered her mouth and turned to Yan Rusheng, as she sobbed quietly against his arm.

  “Mommy! Mommy! What happened to Daddy?” Xiaojiao raised her face as she gazed at Su Yue.

  Su Yue sobbed in agony. “Daddy doesn’t want us anymore.”


  Xiaojiao immediately broke into wails.