"Please save him, Mr. Xue, I'm begging you to save him!" Ying Lou pleaded almost with blood in her tears.
Xue An suddenly fell silent.
Because he had long anticipated that this day would come, he just didn't expect it to come so soon.
At the same time, Yue Qinghuan also appeared on the side, first glancing at Yue Sha, then couldn't help but exclaim, "How is this guy not dead yet?"
This remark immediately drew an angry glare from Ying Lou.
Yue Qinghuan then realized that perhaps her words were inappropriate, and explained.
"Don't misunderstand, I mean with his current physical condition, he should have died several times over, yet he managed to hold on until now. It's truly a miracle."
Ying Lou was stunned, because Yue Qinghuan's words were like heavy hammers, desperately pounding her heart.
She looked at Xue An with her last sliver of hope, "Mr. Xue..."
The words may have been left unsaid, but the meaning was clear.
