Chapter 1295: Lost Soul

At this moment, no one could comfort her, because she could not hear the sounds around her. She was immersed in her own world, just like many years ago.

And Jin Yan looked at her and said nothing.

It is better to suffer a short pain than a long pain.

The flight ticket was booked for three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already past six o'clock when they returned to S City.

When they came out of the airport pick-up gate, they saw Zheng Ziming waiting outside.

Zheng Ziming looked at Xia Ning and knew that she was not in a good mental state. He nodded at Jin Yan and walked to Xia Ning.

"Don't worry too much, he will be fine."

Xia Ning said in a low voice: "Send me to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Yes." Zheng Ziming nodded.

"I'll go with you." Jin Yan said.

Du Yi frowned on the side, "Your injury is not healed yet, what are you going to do!"

"I am worried about Xiao Ke after something like this happened. Don't worry, I'm fine." Jin Yan said in a deep voice.

Zheng Ziming glanced at Jin Yan, as if he thought of something, and nodded, "Let's go." With Jin Yan here, if there is any situation later, it will be easier to control.

In the car, Xia Ning still didn't say anything. She looked at the homepage of her phone screen and didn't click on any application, but she just wanted the phone to light up.

Seeing her like this, Zheng Ziming wanted to persuade her, but all his words were blocked.

Asteria was not a person who could listen to others' advice. She could only think about everything by herself. No matter how much they said, it was useless. Instead, their words would make her think of more unhappiness.

The car stopped at the door of the hospital. Zheng Ziming had checked the ward number in advance.

The moment she got off the car, Xia Ning fell to the ground.

"Sister Xia Ning!" Wen Jing hurried to help her, but Zheng Ziming was one step faster than her and dragged Xia Ning up.

"Asteria, are you okay?" He looked at her with a worried look.

Xia Ning pushed his hand away and walked forward, stumbling. She looked at the door with lifeless eyes. The numbers of the ward number in her mind, her son was there.

Zheng Ziming and Jin Yan and others quickly caught up with her.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, there were not many people in the hospital. Xia Ning walked forward step by step without anyone's help. She had no strength and felt a little light, but she didn't need any help. She wanted to get to her child by herself.

She held the railing of the stairs and felt for the first time that climbing stairs was so difficult, as if her legs were not her own.

She fell on the stairs with an unstable body, and her knees were bruised and purple, but she didn't seem to feel any pain. She got up and climbed again. Going to the third floor seemed so simple to her in the past, but today she felt it was longer than anything else.

She wanted to go up, but she was afraid in her heart. She was afraid of the result, just like many years ago, she was full of joy to hold her child, but in the end she found that it was already a cold corpse, without any temperature.

Zheng Ziming watched her like this from behind, and didn't dare to stop her. He was afraid of touching a pain point of hers, and then all her emotions would burst out, and he was afraid of losing control.

It was the first time that Wen Jing saw Xia Ning so helpless. In her impression, she was always strong and proud, and she seemed to have no weaknesses. At this moment, she realized that the woman who was as proud as a goddess was actually a mortal and a mother. She loved her children.

Her nose was sour and she wanted to cry.

The nurses and patients' relatives who passed by were a little surprised to see the disheveled woman, as if they had seen her somewhere before.

Xia Ning finally climbed up the stairs. She was panting, holding the wall with her hands, moving forward, getting closer and closer, and her body was shaking. She was afraid that this was not the result she wanted.