Xie Shuning looked coldly: "It's really that the young master doesn't want to return to the house" She coughed twice, gritting her teeth to the point of almost being ferocious.,A cold wind, like a sharp knife, pierced into his eyes, making him forget to breathe. Suddenly, he bumped headfirst into a cold chest.,"Lady, you killed me... it's all my fault... it's my fault..." Wen Xue Luo wept bitterly, kneeling at her feet, her voice weak and pitiful. Her demeanor was heartbreaking, but secretly, she held onto Xie Shuning's hand in an unseen corner, her long fingernails like water lilies, piercing deeply into Xie Shuning's flesh: "Let me atone for the Prince..."。