C209 I Won't Let You Go

I stepped past him, but my feet didn't seem to belong to me.

Finally, Ji Yanzhi helped me in.

Ye Mengya knelt beside the bed, her face buried in the bed, and I could see her grief in her trembling body.

Chu Yan stood to the side, sobbing. From time to time, she would wipe her tears away with a tissue.

On the bed, my father was lying there. There was no trace of blood on his face