C275 Zheng Fusheng's Heartache(part I)

When Qing Guan pulled out the silver needle, Ning Xiaoman was trembling like a ball of leaves blown off by the autumn wind. Third Prince Zheng Fusheng hugged her tightly as tears fell from his eyes. That kind of pain was like digging out a heart from the dead, Zheng Fusheng didn't know what to do with his heart.

"Don't cry, I'm fine."

It was only six words