"You won't die, Yao'er." Tian Sangsang said tearfully. Why did things turn out this way? That car just fled like that. She felt as though she was enshrouded in a monstrous conspiracy, with Ji Yao'er as the sacrificial pawn of this plot.
She hadn't even seen the driver's face clearly.
"But I'm not willing. I'm really not willing—I don't want to die…" Ji Yao'er coughed up a mouthful of blood, her chest convulsing violently several times. Gripping Tian Sangsang's hand tightly, she gasped, "My baby… Sangsang, tell Zhao Chun I didn't mean to hurt him. My baby is his. How I wish it were his. I… ugh!"
Her eyes suddenly widened, her voice abruptly cutting off as blood-foam trickled intermittently from her mouth.
"I'll tell him! Yao'er! Yao'er, don't scare me!" Tian Sangsang gripped her cold hand tightly, staring fixedly at the increasingly lifeless face before her.
But Ji Yao'er made no further sound, her eyes wide open, veins ruptured, staring into nothingness.
"Yao'er."
"Yao'er…"