Holding Qin Muyao's gradually cooling body, Mo Xuehong knelt on the ground, desperately pleading, "I beg you, please save my daughter. I beg you... I can't live without her. She's my only family! No matter how much money you want, I'll give it to you, as long as you can bring her back to life!"
In the crowd, a woman around sixty years old stepped forward and said regretfully, "She's already dead! There's no saving her! Earlier today, I saw her deeply pained, calling out 'Mom' constantly, and trying to take out her phone to call you! But as soon as she took out the phone, she breathed her last...! I told my daughter to find you, hoping you could see her one last time! But we searched the entire hospital and couldn't find you! Alas... it's truly pitiful, so young and gone...! And so beautiful...! It's such a waste...!"
"Phone, her phone, where is it?" The woman's reminder prompted Mo Xuehong to hurriedly search for Qin Muyao's phone!
