Hong Ling closed his eyes, with pain and suffering across his face. Slowly opening his eyes after a long time, his eyes that contained sorrow glanced at Hong Luan. He slowly walked to her side and knelt down, while gently caressing her pale face.
"This isn't your fault! It's the fault of the Qin Family, these people who are devoid of conscience!"
No matter how grieved he was, Hong Ling's mind was still clear. He knew that it wasn't the Yun Family's fault.
"Luan'er, don't be afraid. Your father won't let you be too lonely." Hong Ling carried Hong Luan's body and unhurriedly walked to the East Governor Estate with difficult steps. His footsteps were very steady, but his body seemed as if he was about to fall at any time.
"Governor!" The East Governor Estate's elders were all afraid, afraid that Hong Ling would take things too hard.
