Mom suddenly became critically ill. Before they rushed her into surgery, she grabbed my hand and told me I had to bring Lu Yan to her. She had something to tell him.
I called Lu Yan again and again outside the operating room, but he never answered.
Then the doctor came out and shook his head at me with regret.
The last taut thread inside me snapped.
Suddenly, the call connected, but it was Xie Xuerou who spoke.
“Qinghe, Master drank too much while helping me deal with my parents pressuring me to get married.”
“If you need anything, just tell me.”
I looked at Mom’s body, my voice cold.
“Tell Lu Yan my mom has died. If he still wants that lab equipment, he can come to the hospital.”
But even by the time Mom was buried, Lu Yan still hadn’t shown up.
