Xie Shuning lowered her eyes and brushed his hand away without even a slight tremor. "You're afraid that the Xie family will drag you down, yet how come you're not afraid of being implicated by Wen Xueluo","Lady, you killed me... it's all my fault... it's my fault..." Wen Xue Luo wept bitterly, kneeling at her feet, her voice weak and pitiful. Her demeanor was heartbreaking, but secretly, she held onto Xie Shuning's hand in an unseen corner, her long fingernails like water lilies, piercing deeply into Xie Shuning's flesh: "Let me atone for the Prince...",Wen Xue Luo instinctively wanted to dodge, but Zi was indeed weak, moving slowly.。