Xie Xuning's knees felt weak. He didn't know what to do, but he refused to succumb to grief. They could still do something.
It was quiet. No one dared to speak.
Seeing that Ye Tianxin was not breathing, Li Qingcang felt that he would lose it.
Li Qingcang lowered his head and pressed his mouth on Ye Tianxin's.
Her lips were slightly cold.
Such coldness made Li Qingcang's eyes well with tears, and his heart was in pieces.
No words could express the fear that Li Qingcang was feeling at this moment.
"Xiao Cang, move. I'll do it," Xie Xuning said.
Xie Xuning wanted to push Li Qingcang away, but Li Qingcang's body was like a boulder.
"Get lost!" Li Qingcang responded angrily.
He didn't care who was speaking.
He only knew that he couldn't live without her.
In his world, he must not be without her.
She painted his world with colors. She couldn't just leave him like that.