Pushing open the gloomy and scary door of the operating room, the lights there were very dim, and there were only people on the operating table who had already lost their lives and a piece of white cloth.

Someone immediately stopped Ji Changmu: "Sir! You can't go in!"

Without saying a word, Ji Changmu pulled out his gun and put the muzzle against his forehead: "Get out."

The doctor raised his hands in surrender: "Sir, I'm going out, but you really can't go in."

"If you dare to disturb her by speaking loudly again, I will kill you."

The doctor didn't dare to express his anger and stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes: "But you can't mess around. Also, she died in a car accident. The car accident was very serious... I don't recommend you go in."

The doctor held up his hands and stepped back step by step, fearing to anger the man in front of him.

Ji Changmu lowered his hands, his eyes were downcast and his steps were heavy.

His whole body was already soaked, and his dull eyes were fixed on the operating table. He knew that his Ayuan had not been rescued and had left this world forever.

Every time he took a step towards her, Ji Changmu's heart ached, as if he was grabbing her tightly with a hand and stabbing her hard with a knife, again and again.

The lights in the operating room shone on Ji Changmu's pale face. His whole body was numb, and only a little consciousness remained in his mind. These consciousnesses supported him to look at Qiao Muyuan for the last time.

The ground he walked on was all stained with water.

There is still the smell of cold instruments and sterile water in the operating room, and there is... the smell of death in the air.

Step after step, the distance was obviously very close, but it was the separation between life and death. He lost Qiao Muyuan forever, and would never see that lively, happy little girl again.

She was once the little angel in his life, bringing him light and warmth, and was the only bright light in the abyss of his life.

Later, he personally extinguished the light beam in his life, leaving himself alone in the darkness.

A person like him is only worthy of being associated with darkness and loneliness in his life. How can he drag his little girl into the abyss with his own hands? His world will always be black and without glory.

What he regrets most is that he carried her all the way last time. Although he was covered in rain, it was something he had never regretted.

Carrying her was like carrying the whole world.

Ji Changmu thought of Qiao Muyuan when he was a child, Qiao Muyuan when he was studying in New York, and Qiao Muyuan when he married... Every Qiao Muyuan was different, but she was always happy, lively, and sweet, so how could she lie here?

In the cold operating room.

This place doesn't belong to her.

She shouldn't be here.

Ji Changmu suddenly walked over like a madman, grabbed her hand, and held it tightly: "A Yuan...I'll accompany you...I'm here to accompany you."

He never thought that letting her come to England to study would eventually lead to such an ending.

God is really good at playing tricks on people.

No matter how many calculations and plans Ji Changmu made, they became one joke after another.

"A Yuan, please speak." Ji Changmu's voice was choked, his eyes were red, and his thin lips were trembling, "A Yuan, please speak."

"Why don't you talk to me? Whether you scold me or bite me, you just need to respond to me, okay? Don't lie here, it's very cold here... It's raining really hard in London today. I'll come here to stay with you.

Yeah...I know you don't want to see me, but this time, don't drive me away, let me accompany you."

"Ayuan, get up...get up and talk to me..."
Chapter completed!