"I'm sorry, Wanwan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you here—it's my fault. I'm sorry!"
If she were to die in his arms like this, Ying Wuqiu couldn't imagine whether he himself would go mad.
Why did she shield him from the bullet? Why on earth…
A chill seeped into his heart as he stared in pain at the pale-faced woman in his arms, his body numbed and stiff, so drained that he couldn't even summon the strength to carry her away.
Tang Wanyuan gathered every ounce of strength she had to lift her hand gently, placing it on Ying Wuqiu's short, slightly disheveled hair, and gave a wistful smile.
"Husband, in this lifetime, my greatest blessing was meeting you."
"You must hate me—for why I shielded Brother Ye Que from the bullet."
She cast a fleeting glance at Ye Que, her smile filled with a desolate helplessness. She said, "I owe Zaozao an apology. I hope this time, I can repay everything I owed them."
She would never forget that time she drove her car to hit Chi Zaozao.
