Ruan Wanrong knew that though one could say it was just fate, it was nothing short of an undeserved disaster.
Her heart ached for Duan Qimeng, and she also despised the hidden mastermind behind this.
It was truly too malicious.
They wanted to wipe out the Duan Family's lineage completely.
How deep must the grudge be for them to resort to such extremes?
"I'm okay, just feeling a bit unwell, holding me will make it better!" Wanrong said, tears streaming down her face.
Duan Qimeng carried her in his arms back to their room.
He laid her on the bed, instructed the maid to fetch water, personally washed Wanrong's face, wiped her hands, and only then did he hold her close and heave a deep sigh.
"Wanrong, I'm sorry, for letting you suffer alongside me!"
"Fool, we've been childhood sweethearts, promised to each other from a young age.