An Qiyan painfully collapsed to the ground, but still pleaded, "Father, let Jia Luo go... let my child's father go... I don't want this child... I want his father to live! Father, I beg you... please..."
"Yanyan..." Not far away, Jia Luo crawled over step by step.
The ground he crawled over was covered in blood.
Seeing Jia Luo coming over, An Qiyan happily crawled toward him too.
"Brother Luo..." she happily called, "Brother Luo..."
"Yanyan! My Yanyan!!" Jia Luo pulled her hand, struggling to sit up, and hugged her into his arms, "Why are you so foolish! My life is worthless! But our child, is your child! How can you bear..."
"As long as I can save you, I'll do anything! Brother Luo... please, live..." She fainted in his arms, yet still mumbled pleadingly, "Father... let Jia Luo go, let Jia Luo go..."
The middle-aged man looked at the pair of people on the ground, his heart a mixture of emotions.
But how could his daughter marry a servant!
