"Little one..." she struggled to sit up, "You just have to be good...wait, wait until mother's illness is better..." Her voice trailed off, for how could her illness ever get better,If he didn't care about face, he would probably just barge in with a knife and kill him.,He looked up, confused and impatient, but still bent down and hugged her. Wen Xueluo was still lying there. He became suspicious and just as he was about to let go of Xie Shuning, a sharp pain suddenly came to his chest.。