Chapter 625: She is Already Dead! 9
"This is impossible! Impossible!" He covered his heart, stumbling step by step to the bedside, his face pale and contorted in agony, looking like a man who had just been sentenced to death, a sight so unbearable not even a glance could be sustained.
Yet, fate was so cruel to him; he had fought so hard to get here, to her side, but still, she showed no response whatsoever.
Even if he bit her, pinched her, there was no reaction!
He lay motionless beside her bed, cradling her in his arms just like that evening at Honghai during sunset, in the dismal light, he began to gently stroke her face, "Are you really leaving? Don’t you want me anymore? Don’t you want... our child anymore?"
He asked, word for word, his cold fingers trembling as they glided over her cheek, shaking like leaves in a cold wind.
However, she did not respond to him. She lay there, as if she had long since departed from him, leaving behind only her shell in this place, a shell devoid of any life.
A shell...
His heart clenched again with excruciating pain, a suffocating agony quickly spreading out, instantly blurring his vision.
Even the strongest man has his weak point, and he, Ou Mucen, had lived all these years believing himself to be indestructible, with nothing in this world to fear.
But now he finally understood that she was his weakness, his Achille’s heel; without her, what would he do in the future?
He began to struggle for breath, the pain in his chest as if it were being sliced open with a knife, making his consciousness fuzzier and fuzzier. Clutching her, his eyes began to close, wanting to say something, but as the acute pain in his left heart chamber surged up, he looked at her and, bit by bit, collapsed onto her body.