Tuoba Lie, you must never fall into my hands, Lu Jianxi, or I will, at all costs, take your life!
Over this period, Nan Feng had been continuously crying, and now it seemed like her tears had all dried up; she looked no different than usual.
"Jianxi, you've seen Ye Ge's condition, right?" Nan Feng sat on the edge of the bed handing a chair over to Lu Jianxi, "Please sit down, I have a favor to ask of you."
Lu Jianxi sat down and, seeing Nan Feng's condition, couldn't help but feel a wave of distress.
As Lu Jianxi saw it, although Nan Feng was not as fiercely strong as she, she was much stronger than the average woman, embodying a blend of toughness and gentleness. Yet, having not seen her for a short time, she had become much thinner, lacking the fullness of a pregnant woman.
"Nan Feng, what is it? Please speak," Lu Jianxi said.