She turned and slowly walked outside. As the cool night wind blew on her face, she felt as if she were stepping on soft clouds, floating. Only then did she understand – her mother was dead.
She let out a heart-wrenching wail, as if the world was collapsing around her. The pain spread through her limbs, blocking her chest and making it impossible to breathe.
A sweet and bloody taste surged in Jing Xin’s mouth. Darkness enveloped her; her thin body swayed with intense dizziness. It felt like she was floating with the clouds, her consciousness slipping away.
A strong arm caught her, cradling her in warmth. She hoped this was a dream, and as her consciousness sank into darkness, she relished the comfort of the embrace.
Jiang Xiangyang, having just left the inpatient department after visiting his mother, spotted a familiar figure—it was Jing Xin. She walked aimlessly, her eyes hollow, unsteady under the dim street lamp. He initially prepared to leave, needing to meet with San Bao and others, when she unexpectedly stumbled into a tree and began sliding down. Jiang Xiangyang quickly stepped forward, catching her before she hit the ground.
He discovered she was so thin she was almost weightless, her face covered in tear tracks, her pointed features pale, her lips as pale as clear water.
This fragile Tian Jing Xin was unlike anyone Jiang Xiangyang had seen before—lonely and vulnerable like the last withered leaf in autumn wind.
The hand holding her body unconsciously tightened.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Jing Xin’s Pain
The woman in his arms was fragile, as if a light touch would shatter her. He suppressed the irritation in his heart and found himself unable to scold her as he usually would, despite his dislike for her constant crying.
In the morgue deep in the night, hidden among holly trees, mottled moonlight flickered on the gray-black walls. A dim yellow lamp trembled in the wind, casting a pale halo over the words that separated the living and the dead: “Morgue.”
Jing Xin tilted her head back, seeing those three words. A low laugh escaped her lips, sending chills down one’s spine in the dark.
What a good name, “Morgue”—once dead, one could finally be at peace. The world, the Tian family, his sister-in-law, and his mother could all be at peace forever.
