"The General's posture is one of protection; I think, when the General discarded us, he was aware of the danger, and this posture should have been to protect Gu Qingxin," Beiming Yu explained.
"The General stands up taller than Miss, and he's broad enough; he can protect Miss well," Ye Qi murmured. He's truly grateful to the General; thank goodness for the General, otherwise...
He no longer dares to think about that possibility...
Beiming Han's hand clenched tightly into a fist, he opened his mouth, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and he collapsed...
Xin'er...
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Gu Qingxin was placed on a small bed, and in her blurred vision, she saw Rong Qianchen's face. His handsome eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he asked her, "Qingxin, can you hear me?"
Tears continued to painfully stream from Gu Qingxin's eyes; she blinked her eyes to indicate she could hear.
"I will take you out of Ming City now, are you willing?" Rong Qianchen held her hand.
