C587 There Was Nothing He Could Do

"Xia'er!" Feng Nan Chu's arms tightened as he forcefully pulled her into his embrace, pressing her head against his chest, not wanting her to continue looking at the bloody scene in the middle of the room. He muttered over and over again, "Stop looking. Be good, stop looking …"

"Let me go!" Sang Qingxia was sobbing. Memories of the winter anemones flashed through her mind