No response, but Wen Jiaren dared not stop. "I promise you, I promise you, Mu Qian, as long as you live well, I'll listen to you from now on... I'll listen to you, okay... okay?"
Crystal-clear tears dripped onto the phoenix ring on her ring finger, and the gemstone on the phoenix ring began to glow brighter, emitting a strange light, as if it had been baptized.
Mu Qian tightly grasped her hand, trying to respond to her, but he couldn't control his strength anymore, causing her hand to hurt painfully.
Wen Jiaren seemed not to feel it, reached out and wiped her tears forcefully. "Do you have a lot of things you want to say to me and Xiao'er? Then hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away."
As she spoke, she tried to help him up, but as soon as she moved, he convulsed more violently, letting out a low cry of pain, gripping her hand even tighter, leaving it bruised.
