'Both of them, like you, are my life.'
After all that had happened, Mu Ling still hesitated after hearing this sentence.
He closed his eyes slowly and his face was full of pain.
He recalled the past right then.
Qingyan was the one who had taken care of him when he was injured.
Qingyan was the one who had protected him with her weak body while he was in danger.
Just to keep him alive!
This woman had always regarded him as more important than herself!
"Mother!"
A heartbreaking cry made Mu Ling open his eyes.
He suddenly saw a flash of white light. Chen Qingyan was already holding a sword in her hand and was determined to end her life.
"Don't!"
The endless pain had caused Mu Ling's face to contort. His eyes were full of fear. He quickly hurried forward and held the sword in Qingyan's hand firmly.
Blood flowed down from the palm of his hand. He looked sad as if not feeling any of the pain.
