Jianyi Mingwei said, "It should have been the high-grade Hundred Herbs Pill Deqian gave you that preserved a thread of vitality, allowing you to hold on until your grandfather arrived."
Jianyi Dewen lowered his head in silence. When he thought of how Jianyi Deqian had still delivered the pill into his mouth at the moment of death, his heart felt as though it were being gripped by someone.
It hurt terribly!
"Father, since I am not dead, what about Deqian? And Yan'er, Lei'er, Zhi'er, those three children. How are they?"
Seeing his agitated appearance, Jianyi Mingwei remained silent.
Jianyi Dewen immediately understood.
He suddenly pounded his own legs and choked, "Father, this child is so useless... I could not protect Deqian, nor could I protect Yan'er and the others..."
Two lines of murky tears slid down from his sunken eye sockets.
"Father, it was the Feng family!" Jianyi Dewen suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said.
