C72 The Night of Pain

Zhao Yahui carried Zuo Yao in her arms and called out his name again and again. However, the boy in her arms seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes closed tightly.

The sound of the ambulance's whistle pierced the silence of the night. Zhao Yahui looked at Zuo Yao who was carried away on a stretcher and rushed over like a madman. Zuo Linyi's face suddenly looked as if he had aged ten years