There has never been a moment when he hated his own powerlessness more than now.
What is the use of being the Emperor if he can't even keep the person he loves most?
"Promise me... pro—" Xiao Yimo stubbornly continued to speak, but before she could finish, she suddenly coughed up blood again.
This mouthful of blood seemed to take away all her energy, and Xiao Yimo's eyes gradually began to lose focus.
Tears in Yi Haoyu's eyes could no longer hold back and dropped onto her cheeks.
Xiao Yimo wanted to raise her hand to wipe away his tears and tell him not to cry, but she had no strength left to lift her hand, not even to make a sound.
Yi Haoyu lifted her hand and put it against his own cheek.
Qingqing wailed in despair.
An Ziqi watched the family of three from the side, sobbing uncontrollably with her mouth covered.
Yi Haochen, who had come up right behind, turned his head and wiped his tears with his hand.
