"Yu Longting, give me the child. You don't want him, I want him!" Su Wan noticed something was wrong and spoke sharply.
Yu Longting lowered his head, holding the delicate sleeping infant tightly in his arms, "I'm sorry, Wanwan, we can have more children, but this child is already demonized, he must die!!"
The cold raindrops dripped along the long sword pulled from the man's clothes, the blade gleaming as it fell.
The man's body trembled inch by inch, but the grieving Su Wan couldn't feel his pain at all.
In Su Wan's eyes, there was only that cold, gleaming White Snake sword, and the man's resolute words about killing their child.
She knelt down with a thud, clutching Yu Longting's leg, pleading bitterly, "No, don't kill him. No matter how many more children we have, none will be this child."
