Qin Yi's eyes were vacant as he completely ignored his own injuries, still gently adjusting Su Pan'er's dress.
"This is good, this is good too! It's good that you left before me, this way, you don't have to endure such pain, and you don't have to worry about being alone or lonely!"
His words grew softer and softer, lower and lower, yet a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Pan'er, don't be afraid, slow down and wait for me, wait for your husband. After I've taken care of your last rites, I will come to find you very soon… very soon…"
Little Yanyan sobbed loudly, her wailing drowning out Qin Yi's words.
The many soldiers gathered in a circle looked at each other and watched the group in the middle crying in a huddle.
But Qin Yi didn't care about them. After he had arranged Su Pan'er's dress, he silently picked her up and turned to walk outside the City Lord's Mansion.