At this moment, Lin Yixun, who was on Bali Island, had no idea about her mother's condition. Ouyang Hao was still hovering between life and death, and now her whole heart was engulfed in guilt. She only hoped that Ouyang Hao would be safe and sound.
"Ouyang Hao, you must get better!" She didn't want Ouyang Hao to end up like Xing Yi. She had already experienced parting between life and death once and never wanted someone to die unjustly because of her again.
The cold liquid quietly flowed into Ouyang Hao's body through the IV tube. When he left home in the morning, he was still full of spirit, but now his face was as pale as white paper.
Lin Yixun glanced at the clock on the wall; more than ten hours had passed, but there was no sign of Ouyang Hao waking up.
She painfully closed her eyes. Lin Yixun, oh Lin Yixun, why is it that those who are good to you always meet with misfortune? Your father went to prison for you, Xing Yi died unjustly for you, and now even Ouyang Hao...
