My Very Own Savior

"Amazing…? Ha!" The former Crown Prince looked as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. His gaze toward Lu Yizhou was tinged with deep mockery, even though his words were clearly intended for Zeke to hear. "This man… who is the very person who has killed Father and Mother?"

In his arms, Lu Yizhou sensed Zeke's body stiffen imperceptibly.

He could not help but screw his eyes shut. His complexion, which was already pale due to the blood loss, became even more pallid, making him look as if he was going to collapse anytime soon.