Ding Long stood motionless, allowing Ding Jinshi to keep hitting him, punching him, cursing him.
"Jinshi, Jinshi, don't be too upset." Bian Xiulin ran forward and held Ding Jinshi tightly, "The doctor instructed you not to get agitated; your health isn't good yet."
"Our daughter is gone; what does it matter if I'm healthy or not?" Ding Jinshi sobbed uncontrollably.
"You can't say such things. Your daughter wanted to live so much, but she never got the chance. You are her mother; you should live for her, see more of this world for her, do what she couldn't, what she didn't have the chance to do, if you truly love her." He Zhilan's heart was filled with sorrow; she could understand Ding Jinshi's feelings, seeing her in this state brought her empathy, but as a friend, she still had to persuade Ding Jinshi to go on living.
