"Second Brother, how is my husband?" Su Xing asked Su Yixing while crying in An Jing's arms.
Su Yixing sighed heavily with a serious expression while wiping his hands with a brocade handkerchief: "I've done everything I can, now it's up to the heavens to decide his fate. I can't do anything more."
Hearing this, Su Xing cried even harder.
An Jing quickly consoled her, "Good child, don't cry. Mingye is a good person, the heavens will surely protect him."
At this moment, An Jing also felt terrible inside.
Su Yixing was also feeling bad, he sighed again and said, "If his health were just a little better, he wouldn't be in this situation."
Because his body was too weak, when he was struck, he suffered not only external injuries but also vomited blood and was hurt inside. Now he's in a coma and he really had no way to help him, it's up to fate now.
Su Xing, besides crying, didn't know what else she could do.
