Their hearts were not much disturbed by the cruel behavior, not because they lacked empathy, but because He Qian's agony reminded them of their own different hardships, though not quite as recent.
Yang Yuran stood still, stunned, feeling as though she had been cast into hell by being used and betrayed. She staggered forward unsteadily, only to be quickly steadied by a servant.
He Qian's eyes brimmed with heartache as he almost begged, "Ali, come closer, let me take a last look at you."
Yang Yuran struggled internally for a moment, ultimately unable to resist He Qian's too genuine care. In the face of the consideration that he would abandon his own life for her, she could not believe that He Qian had truly betrayed her.
Pushing away the servant who was holding onto her, she hurried to He Qian's side, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.
"Ali, do you blame me?"
