Yan Jingchen slowly raised his hand - not to help his wife. He had already forgotten about his wife, and he only placed his hand on his heart. There were as though countless searing, sharp stones that were grating past his heart, and everywhere they passed, white smoke and bloody flesh would appear as a result of the burn.
Those wonderful times that he crossed shoulders with because of his ignorance and greed when he was younger!
Those injuries that were sins he committed unknowingly, and an accumulation of mistakes that would land him forever in hell!
He stood rooted to the ground, oblivious to the fact that his "wife" screamed in pain, covered her face, and ran away from the scene. Dazed like a wooden doll, in an instant, he seemed to have aged 10 years older.
When Meng Fuyao stood on the stage, Xuanyuan Yun was already waiting for her. This beautiful young man used a gleaming crescent hook as his weapon.
