C3 The porcelain doll in the palm perished

"CEO Huangfu, you've waited a long time!" The Headmaster walked over from afar. According to the legends, he had finally experienced Huangfu Yunyin's imposing manner, and it was so stifling that he found it difficult to even breathe.

Huangfu Yunyin didn't even spare a glance at the middle-aged man beside him, as he indifferently asked, "Where is she?"

"Please follow me!" The dean lowered his head and walked to the front, opening the code on the glass door layer by layer before entering the innermost ward.

Huangfu Yun felt that his breath was immediately taken away as soon as he entered the room that was emitting a light blue light. He saw Yun'er, whom he hadn't seen for three months, lying inside a glass cover with her long flaxen-colored hair flowing down. She was wearing a white dress like an angel, and her stomach was slightly bulging.

Yun'er, his porcelain doll, the woman, who was as precious as a porcelain doll, who would hide in his embrace every morning and wait for him to wake up, was currently lying in such a miserable state in that ice-cold ward! Huangfu Yun's bleeding heart continuously pounded.

"CEO Huangfu, let me explain Miss Yun'er's condition …"

"Get out …" Huangfu Yunyin scolded the middle-aged Headmaster beside him in a low voice.

"Yes …" The frightening feeling caused the dean to frantically flee the ward with the nurse.

"Yun'er …"

Huangfu Yun sat down in front of the glass bed, calling out to the woman inside the glass cover in a low voice.

He looked at the woman's bulging belly, and the pain in his heart instantly filled his eyes with killing intent.

Five months? That meant that Yun'er was already two months pregnant when she left.

It was his child!

Huangfu Yun's palm slapped onto the glass cover with a "dong" sound, swaying and sliding down, before finally clenching it into a fist.

The woman in the glass cover seemed to have woken up. She weakly lifted her eyelids and looked at the sad face of the man through the clear glass. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes as if she wanted to say something.

"Who is it, Yun'er? Tell me, who made you …"

Huangfu Yun's hands were actually trembling slightly as he pressed down on the glass cabinet beside the bed. After the glass cabinet was opened, he leaned into Song Yun'er's mouth to listen to what she had to say.

"Right... Sorry, cloud … I... I love you... It's true! " Song Yun'er's voice sounded distant, as though she had been dead for a long time, but had not left this place yet.

"I know …"

Huangfu Yun's voice trembled slightly.

"She …" She … "A porcelain doll …"

Song Yun'er's hands, which were white enough to see the distribution of her blood vessels, struggled to reach out from under her skirt. In her hands was a crumpled picture, and the tears in the corner of her eyes were even more turbulent.

Huangfu Yun held onto the hand that was about to fall and took out the photo in Song Yun'er's hand. Without even looking at it, he said, "Yun'er, the person who hurt you and our child, I won't let him go. I won't let him go …"

"No …" To... 'Revenge, I can already predict what will happen when I become a hitman … ' "Yun Yun, my heart's desire has been fulfilled. In my next life, I will definitely love you …"

"Beep..."

The life monitoring instruments that were at the forefront of technology let out a high-pitched screech. Song Yun'er quietly closed her beautiful eyes as she continued to place her hand on the photo in Huangfu Yunyin's hands.

"Yun'er, is that her? Did she kill you? " Huangfu Yun looked at the girl in the photo and said in a low voice.

Song Yun'er did not react at all. Huangfu Yunyin bent down and embraced Song Yun'er's thin and cold body. His deep voice did not contain a single trace of sadness.

"Yun'er, don't die, don't leave …" A porcelain doll, Brother Yun said before, will protect the porcelain doll … "

"Yun'er …"

He hugged his porcelain doll and howled out without restraint. The porcelain doll he had finally found in the past twenty years was now shattered right before his eyes.

At the door of the ward, Qiao Yifeng hurried over to disperse the doctors and nurses waiting to confirm the patient's death!

Life could not be exchanged for money no matter how much money one had. This ward was nothing more than burning money to extend the lifespan of the loved ones. It could not save lives, and life was lacking in miracles.

If it could be exchanged, Qiao Yifeng felt that even if Huangfu Yun had to trade for that woman's life with his own, he would be willing to do so.

One second was like a century. Huangfu Yun walked out of the ward. In his hand, he held the photo that he had pulled from Song Yun'er's hand.

"This picture was left in Yun'er's hands. No matter what, she can't take it off!" Qiao Yifeng said behind Huangfu Yun.

"Wind, find out everything about this woman …"

"Yun'er is dead. All those around this woman who are related to her will be buried with her!"