Her pick-up had arrived…
She finally smiled, her vision blurred as she looked at him, "You... you came..."
Ou Mucen could hardly bear it. Seeing her still talking to him, he finally collapsed, his knees buckled, and he knelt down beside her, "You won't have any problems. I won't let you die, rest assured, I will never let you die!"
He pressed down desperately on the bleeding hole in the back of her head and on her abdomen, and then, like a madman, he started shouting at the police officers who had already arrived.
"Doctor! Call a doctor!!"
The woman lying on the ground kept looking at him, even though she couldn't see his face clearly anymore, but her pupils still focused on him.
"Mucen, take good care... of our chil...dren..."
"Shut up! I won't take care of him. I never have taken care of children. I don't know how to, and I don't want to. If you're not here, I won't be responsible for him."
He began to yell like a child throwing a tantrum.
