You Don’t Have to Go, He’s Dead
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Si Mobai saved Xi Jin entirely for Lan'er's sake. If Xi Jin still competed with him for Lan'er, then he would never let it go.
Even though Si Mobai was physically weak, he still took Feng Tianlan from Azurite's side and carried her away.
"Your Highness, your hand..." Azurite wanted him to bandage his hand, but before she could finish her sentence, he had already disappeared.
Azurite turned her head around to take a look at Xi Jin. She did not know whether he had been resuscitated or not. She gave a sigh. His Highness and Miss would definitely quarrel this time. But come to think of it, it was no one's fault.
Si Mobai carried Feng Tianlan back to Si Feng Pavilion and carefully laid her on the bed. He looked at her tightly knitted brows. Tears were still hanging on in the corners of her eyes. He felt sorry that she was in such a state, and yet he also felt that kind of pain in his heart.