Bai Xingye ran like a madman.
He just didn't want the little one clinging to him anymore, but he didn't want her to get into trouble or die!
For some reason, Bai Zhi'er's soft and sticky words, "Chongchong likes you, that's why she follows you," kept echoing in his head.
The little sister surely just wanted to play with him too.
Yet, he pushed away the four-year-old because of his own thoughts.
Causing Bai Zhi'er's life to be uncertain.
Bai Xingye's heart was filled with regret.
Just then, a few maids gathered by the pond in the distance, talking.
Bai Xingye suddenly stopped his steps, face pale.
He heard the maids say—
"This... surely can't be helped, right?"
"What happened, it was fine in the afternoon."
Bai Xingye felt his knees go weak.
He forced himself to walk over, his eyes bloodshot and red.
Bai Xingye pushed aside the maids, struggling to call out, "Sister..."
Is she dead?
The maids turned back and saw Bai Xingye, stunned: "Your Highness."
