How could he not know that Rong Qinglei was already dead?
Rong Qinglei's pulse had never been this steady before, so steady that it no longer moved at all.
Yue Mingxuan had studied medicine for five years; how could he possibly not understand something so basic?
And yet he could not bring himself to accept it.
He could not convince himself to accept the fact that Rong Qinglei was truly gone.
"Don't blame yourself too much. I believe Rong Qinglei didn't save you just so you could end up like this," Shang Qinghua said softly.
Even he did not really know how to comfort Yue Mingxuan.
All he could do was to hold him close and gently rubbing his head as he tried to calm him down.
Shang Qinghua gently rubbed Yue Mingxuan's head as he spoke. "Rong Zishen will never give up such a good chance to hunt you down. For the time being, you shouldn't return to the Beirong Imperial Palace."
