Xi 'er, Xi' er, Xi 'er, Xi' er, Xi 'er, Xi' er. Bo Jing's hand was pressed against her blood-stained face, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, his voice hoarse and desperate.
However, she didn't have any reaction at all, and her body temperature was getting colder and colder.
The man who had always been mature and steady, even a little chauvinistic and old-fashioned, was like a grieving beast at this moment. His slender eyes were red and filled with tears as he kept muttering, " I'm sorry, Yingluo, I'm sorry. Please don't punish me. It's my fault. I shouldn't have brought you to attend the wedding, Xi 'er. Xi' er, Yingluo, open your eyes. Open your eyes and see if I'm okay, Yingluo.
Barton stood to the side and watched the scene. This was the first time he was at a loss for what to do about something other than car racing. His heart was also shaken, not just by what was happening, but also by the identity of Josey and the man in front of him.
