Luo Xiao looked at him coldly, the sorrow and despair in his eyes burst forth. Fu Qingshuang stood behind him, clearly seeing how much strength the man used to clench his fists behind his back.
Xiaoxiao, are you in pain?
Fu Qingshuang furrowed her eyebrows, seeing Luo Xiao in so much pain. She loved him; she was even more hurt than he was.
Tong Ran bit her lip and shook her head, her eyes moistening. The uncle in her eyes had never looked like this. She grabbed his arm, "Uncle, please don't be like this. Get up first, let's talk after you stand up, the ground is cold..."
"No, I can't..." Luo Tingsong suddenly started shaking his head, forcefully pushing away Tong Ran's hand. His knees hurt as his body fell, but he still crawled forward, "Xiaoxiao, don't leave, listen to what Dad has to say, I'll tell you anything you want..."
He was almost crawling forward, and the gravel at the door cut into his right hand, blood dripping on the ground strikingly. Tong Ran was shocked, "Uncle!"
