A moment later, he gazed into Duan Yanbing's eyes and said bitterly, "Son, Daddy can't bear to let you go."
He would rather face a horrible death himself, crushed under carts and trampled by horses, than risk his son's life with an oath.
Even though he knew that oaths were intangible and fleeting, something he never believed in,
he still couldn't bear it.
Still couldn't bring himself to say it.
Duan Yanbing remained silent, only pressing the dagger down further.
"Alright, alright!" Yen Wenqing rushed forward, grabbing his wrist which held the dagger, and compromising with a deathly pale face, "I swear! I swear I'll stay away from Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei, and for the rest of my life I won't harm a single hair on their heads, or let my son be crushed and trampled, meeting a terrible end!"
As he swore, he struggled to wrestle the dagger from Duan Yanbing's hand.
The tip of the dagger was pulled from Duan Yanbing's chest, causing blood to gush out even more rapidly.
