There wasn't enough time to explain further to Jin Quanyi, as Nangong Yi lay in bed holding her, his cries for a doctor tearing through the air.
With Zaozao gone, all his efforts had been in vain, his position as Her Majesty the Queen lost, along with everything that belonged to his sister.
Now, all he had left was the empty shell of a noble Duke, and he couldn't afford to lose his beloved wife, so he was determined to keep her alive no matter what.
Before the doctor arrived, he gripped Jin Quanyi's hand tightly, and his moist eyes filled with regret and self-blame.
"Quanyi, you can't let anything happen to you. I promise you, as long as you recover, I will never again do those unforgivable things," he said.
"Quanyi, I owe you so much. I've realized that now and want to make it up to you, so please, you must not let anything happen to you."
The person on the bed had blood congealed on her forehead and looked at him with increasingly blurry vision.