Abruptly opening his eyes, he coughed violently and hurriedly stopped his son.,"Lady, you killed me... it's all my fault... it's my fault..." Wen Xue Luo wept bitterly, kneeling at her feet, her voice weak and pitiful. Her demeanor was heartbreaking, but secretly, she held onto Xie Shuning's hand in an unseen corner, her long fingernails like water lilies, piercing deeply into Xie Shuning's flesh: "Let me atone for the Prince...",Wen Xue Luo instinctively wanted to dodge, but Zi was indeed weak, moving slowly.。