Shen Jingli walked up to Feng Ling, squatted down, and wrapped her arms around Feng Ling, trying to drive her body away from the quiet. "Feng Ling, don't be afraid. I won't let you die. I'll protect you."
"Young Lady, I'm not afraid. I'm just worried about my parents. Now that I'm dead, there will be no one to take care of them." Feng Ling said with a sob, as if she had known Ning Xueyan's plan.
"I won't let you die. Feng Ling, don't be afraid, I won't let you die." Shen Jingli's words were firm. This was all because of her, but she couldn't change any of her decisions. Helpless, she tightly gripped her throat, and even the air became somewhat extravagant.
The carriage was getting farther and farther away, and the implementation of the plan was getting blurry. Xuanyuan Luo gently waved
