Li Jiaqi's low sobs carried deep pain and despair.
She choked up several times, unable to say a word.
The women present were all deeply moved...
Ye Huanyan turned her head, silently took a tissue from the table, and quietly wiped her tears.
All had experienced emotional trauma, and they understood Li Jiaqi's pain and suffering.
Chi Xiaoyu sighed, took a tissue, and handed it to Li Jiaqi,
"Don't be too sad. You're still pregnant, and if you get too upset, it won't be good for the baby."
She gently advised with a few words.
Li Jiaqi gradually calmed down.
She took the tissue and silently wiped her tears, "I'm sorry, for making a fool of myself. I just can't control my emotions. I just can't accept this reality. How can a person be gone just like that..."
Before this, she never believed in death.
"Qiqi, maybe he's not dead, but loving you in another way," Ye Huanyan softly reminded from the side.
