This move caught not only Yang Fei off guard, even Lilith was startled.
Giles' fresh blood splashed onto her white jade-like cheeks; her expression was both confused and moved.
Blood kept gushing out from Giles' mouth.
He looked at Lilith apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Lilith. I failed your father's trust, let you get hurt. It's my fault."
As he said this, Giles suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wah".
This thin, short old man collapsed directly onto Lilith's body.
Lilith was scared stiff, with even more confusion on her face.
"Why did you save me? I'm your enemy!"
Giles gasped for breath, his skinny fingers lightly brushing Lilith's hair.
"You're not my enemy. You're Lilith, the daughter I raised for seventeen years."
Yang Fei noticed the black-and-white radiance in Lilith's pupils flashing rapidly.
But in the end, her pupils finally became clear and lustrous.
Lilith's tears fell like broken pearls, and her tone turned choked.
