Watching Nangong Yaoling's anxious look, Xia Xiaonuan suddenly burst into tears like broken strings of pearls.
She suddenly turned around, knelt on the ground, and embraced Nangong Yaoling.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." she cried out in pain.
"Woman, let go of me! Your hand..."
But Xia Xiaonuan held him tightly, the blood continuously gushing from her hand soaking through the shirt on his back.
She felt no pain at all, only that the pain in her heart had surpassed everything.
The maid in the corner watched the scene, her eyes reddening as she wiped away her tears.
"Young Master looks so pitiful."
"Yeah, what happened to Young Master? Seeing him like this makes my heart ache."
"Me too, and the Young Mistress... They clearly seem to love each other, so why is it like this..."
The maid sobbed softly.
"Nangong Yaoling... I really didn't, you must believe me!" Xia Xiaonuan said firmly into his ear.
Hearing her words, Nangong Yaoling seemed to suddenly remember something.
