Seeing Long Yue spit blood, Duanmu Nan was frightened, quickly checked her pulse, and found her qi and blood turbulent, showing symptoms of a miscarriage!
Without a word, Duanmu Nan immediately began to administer acupuncture.
After a few needles, Long Yue's emotions gradually calmed down. Yet, looking at the man in the prison cart who was unrecognizable, Long Yue's tears wouldn't stop, flowing down incessantly.
These days, she didn't know how many tears she'd shed, each time thinking her tears had dried up, but still tears continued to flow.
She gazed despairingly at the man being taken to the execution ground, her legs went weak, and she fell directly into Duanmu Nan's arms.
Duanmu Nan held Long Yue steadily, his embrace filled with tenderness, making his heart ripple slightly and his gaze became profound.
"Oh, I wondered who it was. It turns out to be Lady Jiao? Are you here to see your man off? Oh, ho ho ho..."
