"Don't move!" Duan Yanbing pressed down on his wrist, the dagger's tip piercing his skin, and fresh blood trailing down his robust chest.
Seeing the fresh blood flowing from the flesh, Yen Wenqing felt heart-wrenching pain.
The hint of drunkenness faded instantly, overwhelmed by pain and anger, he exploded, "Duan Yanbing! What madness is this again? Didn't you say that Gu Junzhu's poison was cured? His poison is cured, and you're still having a fit? Stop it! Stop!"
Seeing the dagger's tip pressed against Duan Yanbing's chest, he felt his blood freeze.
He truly feared an accident might occur; if the dagger went in a few centimeters further, Duan Yanbing would be dead.
That was the son he and Ruanruan had together.
The only son he and Ruanruan had.
If he had to watch Duan Yanbing die, he'd rather die himself!
