"Duo Hong, she is indeed still alive," Yang Ruxin nodded. "She has been holding on to her last breath, her sole wish to come back and see her Brother Tianlin... She's in that room, go inside..."
She likely knew how little her family cared for her, otherwise, why wouldn't she ask to see her father or mother even once?
Duo Tianlin's tears flowed freely as he walked to the room's doorway, but his hands trembled too much to form any shape.
Yang Ruxin could only sigh, understanding the feeling of being so close to home yet so fearful, knowing well the emotion overwhelming the man before her.
Duo Tianlin hesitated only for a moment before pushing the door open and walking inside.
Yang Ruxin did not follow; this time was theirs alone, needing no interruption.
Before long, just about a quarter of an hour, Duo Tianlin suddenly called out, "Miss Yang..."
