"An Lang!"
Xu Rourou's face was deathly pale. Held in an iron grip, she looked up at Xie Jin'an, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Since yesterday, she had imagined countless ways she might die.
But she had never imagined she would die at Xie Jin'an's hands.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Xie Jin'an's sword hand trembled, his heart wracked with pain and conflict.
"Huai Shan is innocent. After I die, spare him. Find him a family-any family. It doesn't matter if they're poor, but they must treat him well. Only then can I close my eyes in peace."
The person she worried about most in this life was her son.
After hearing those words, Xie Huaishan could no longer maintain his composure.
He cried and tried to run over to save Xu Rourou, but the assassin beside him held him fast.
Why? Why had his mother been reduced to such a fate?
Although his soul belonged to an adult who had transmigrated from the Cultivation Realm, the care Xu Rourou had given him over the past year, everything she had done for him-
It had been selfless and extraordinary.
She might not have been a kind person, but she had absolutely been a good mother.
Now, his mother was even willing to trade her life for his safety.
Even a heart of stone would have been moved by such maternal love.
He didn't want Xu Rourou to die!
He didn't.
"Huai Shan, you must live well. Before, I wanted you to rise above others and avenge me. But now, I don't want you caught up in these struggles anymore. I want you to be an ordinary person and live safely and peacefully. Huai Shan, I'm leaving you now."
Xu Rourou closed her eyes, tears falling in streams.