Le Tian knelt on the ground, not daring to touch ding junqi. She didn't know where he was injured, or if all these bloody places were his wounds.
Le Tian carefully held his hand. His hand was bone-chilling.
The current Ding Junqi was like a child who had suffered a great grievance. He just sat there, his hands digging at the wounds on his body, as if he was using this pain to warn himself.
Ding Haonan and Madam rushed over as soon as they received the news. Madam Ding looked at her son from afar. On the way back, Wen Shan had told them everything.
After madam Ding heard it, she felt as if her heart had been torn apart. It was clearly a grudge from the previous generation, but all the pain was on her son.
"Mom,"Ding Junhui walked over and called out in a low voice.
Mrs. Ding looked at her son from afar. Her heart ached, but she didn't dare to take another step.
