At that moment, facing the dying Brother Xi, he once again experienced that sense of powerlessness, helplessness, and heartbreak.
Upon hearing these words, Shangguan Qingmu was in unbearable pain; those twenty-one stabs were not just inflicted on Shangguan Yu—they were his life too.
Gu Li's body went limp, staggering two steps back, his back crashing directly against the wall.
Asheng, Yaoyao, Yaoyao.
There were two pools of blood, one belonged to Shangguan Yu, then the other...
Gu Li turned around and stumbled out.
Shangguan Qingmu held his wife, his eyes filled with sorrow gazing into the operating room; he didn't have the courage to go in...
Ultimately, Shangguan Qingmu, choking back grief, carried his wife away from the entrance of the operating room, found the nearest ward, and laid his wife on the bed, then fell into endless agony...
The drunkard glanced at Jun Moyan, then lowered his head and walked aside.
