The maid seemed to want to say something. Sikong Yuecang raised her hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaomei, don't say anything."
"But, the patriarch..."
The maid named Xiaomei's face showed the slightest trace of distress, and her watery eyes were red.
As Wanwan looked at the scene not far away, his heart suddenly felt like something was pulling at him, and the heart-wrenching pain surged into his heart again.
His cough was like a knife stabbing her heart.
She no longer wanted to care about anything about him, nor did she want to be affected. However, she found that no matter how firm her determination was, she would always be influenced by him involuntarily when she saw Sikong Yuecang.
Her eyes would always fall on him involuntarily, and his every move would always pull her heart.
Her body...is not under her control at all...
Because...I always care about him in my heart.
No matter how sad or sad he made her, she still cared about him.
Unable to bear that she was so deeply affected by Sikong Yuecang, Wanwan quickly turned around and wanted to leave this place that almost suffocated her.
Just as she turned around and took steps forward, she heard Sikong Yuecang coughing which made her even more worried than before.
"The patriarch...the patriarch..."
Then Xiaomei's panicked voice was heard.
Wanwan quickly turned around and saw that Sikong Yuecang's chest, which was all white like snow, had turned a little bright red.
And the hand covering his mouth was already bleeding out.
Heart... pain like a knife.
His body was already running quickly towards the pavilion.
Sikong Yuecang was obviously surprised when he saw Wanwan.
He hurriedly took out the handkerchief from his clothes and wiped it around his mouth.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Wanwan found that her voice had a hint of crying, and her eyes were hot. Although no warm tears came out, she knew that she was also jealous.
Those glossy lips, even the faint pink color was no longer there, they were white and heart-wrenching.