He couldn't find a reason to help him.
"And then?" Jon looked up, staring unblinkingly at Ye Anqi.
Ye Anqi was recounting what happened in her dream.
She took a sip of water and continued, "Later, the apocalypse really came, and I thought as long as Ye Rumeng was alive, that world wouldn't be destroyed."
The little guy was smart, "So you're planning to save her?"
"Yes, she was suffering from a form of blood cancer and needed a blood transfusion to survive. I was the only one with a matching blood type."
"Did you donate?" Jon asked, but his tone was assertive.
"Yes, I did. I did it behind your dad's back, but he still managed to arrive just when I was dying..."
Ye Anqi recalled Ya Shitian's furious and anguished cries in the dream, and it still hurt her heart.
Even though it was fake, the emotions and feelings in the dream were real.
"Why was the world still destroyed?" the little guy asked.
"Because after knowing everything, your dad killed Ye Rumeng..."
