"Luo Xi..." A nameless dread tightened its grip around Yin Xiaomo. Shen Qiang's frenzy of anger and hatred couldn't possibly be unfounded; something... something must have happened... "Luo Xi, he..." It felt as though a monstrous claw had seized her throat. Yin Xiaomo fought to suppress the tremor wracking her body, yet the words stuck, refusing to form completely. No, it couldn't be... it couldn't be...

"What, you still remember his name?" Shen Qiang sneered, her gaze icy. "You're a rich man's wife now. You still recall your old flame's name? Aren't you afraid your current sugar daddy will be displeased? Besides, what right do you have to ask about him! Didn't you cast him aside like trash long ago? Why would you care if he lives or dies?!" Lives or dies... Yin Xiaomo's lips went instantly pale. She stared fixedly at Shen Qiang, her voice barely audible.

"What did you say..."

"He committed suicide..." Shen Qiang's voice was hoarse, as if she had aged five years in an instant. The eyes that had been glaring furiously at Yin Xiaomo suddenly dimmed, as though she couldn't decide whether to hate Yin Xiaomo or to hate herself more. That man had never truly held her in his heart, yet she had loved him so hopelessly, even when he killed himself over another woman, the only thing she could think of was helping him fulfill his final wish.

"Yin Xiaomo, are you satisfied now? ... He actually killed himself for you... sliced his artery open with a blade..."

"..." Yin Xiaomo stood there dumbly, suddenly unable to comprehend or hear anything. In the haze, she could only see Shen Qiang's lips shaping terrible words, and gradually, she could see nothing at all... The world fell silent, as if trapped in a vacuum...

"Just yesterday... at the very moment you were getting married... he took his own life..." Shen Qiang closed her eyes bitterly. "...He bled so much... the bathroom floor was completely stained red with blood..." Zhen En desperately clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror, unable to utter a single word.

Yin Cheng was stunned too. He collapsed back into his wheelchair, staring blankly at Shen Qiang in disbelief.

Ou Chen’s body froze! A wave of icy coldness surged up from the soles of his feet. Slowly, he turned to look at Xiaomo beside him, at her bloodless, pale face, at her vacant, trembling demeanor. Slowly, the coldness traveled from his feet throughout the blood in his entire body, like a dreadful incantation. It seemed his happiness, before it could even fully bloom, was instantly frozen solid.

"Brother Luo Xi..." Yin Cheng asked nervously, daring not to look at his sister's expression.

"...How is he now..."

"They've tried resuscitation several times since yesterday... the doctors say he lost too much blood... and... and his will to live is extremely weak... He is currently in a deep coma... it’s critical..." Shen Qiang opened her eyes, the hatred and fury in them now replaced by fragility and helplessness. She gazed languidly at Yin Xiaomo and said, "...Do you know... when they found him, there was a phone floating in the blood-filled bathtub... That call was for you... In the final moments before he died... he tried to call you... Why... why didn't you stop him..."

The call... that call! Horror instantly drained the color from Zhen En's face! Her body began to tremble uncontrollably! Tremble uncontrollably!

"...Come with me! If you have even a shred of conscience left, make him live. No matter what you have to do, you must bring him back to life, do you hear me?!" Shen Qiang could no longer contain the despair that was driving her to the brink of madness. She seized the hand of Yin Xiaomo, who stood stock-still as if her soul had wandered to another plane, and pulled her forcefully toward the end of the corridor! Foam Summer III