Snow gripped ten fingers gloomily and said calmly, "Mom, you don't understand emotional matters. Don't mix them in blindly. I will handle my own affairs myself."

She turned to Ye Beicheng and looked at the wound on his hand and said sadly, "Beicheng, I'm sorry..."

"It's not your fault. I'm the one who says I'm sorry."

Ye Beicheng felt more pain in his heart and numbness in the wound. Seeing Qian Xue being so helpless, he felt that all the misfortunes of this woman were brought to her by him. The guilt was more painful than the hail.

"You're going to the hospital to clean up the wound. It's been...