Yen Wenqing roared loudly, rushing forward to grab his wrist, and bellowed: "Duan Yanbing, have you gone mad!"
At this moment, he understood the meaning of the phrase 'a child's injury is a parent's pain.'
The dagger that Duan Yanbing had plunged into was his own shoulder, yet he felt like it had pierced his own heart.
He was frantic, furious, and heartbroken; cold sweat drenched him faster than Duan Yanbing's, soaking his entire body instantly.
His hand holding Duan Yanbing's was trembling, and every word he shouted was, "Do you want me to swear to you? I really don't know, really don't know! If I lie to you, may lightning strike me down and may I never see your mother in my next life!"
Duan Yanbing was disappointed.
He pushed Yen Wenqing away and turned to leave.
"What are you doing?" Yen Wenqing chased after him, grabbing his shoulder and screaming, "Get back here and tend to that wound!"
