Xia Yu grasped Qiao Qiao's hand, her eyes moist with desperation, her voice pleading, "I beg you, Xiaoqiao, help him. I can tell, he feels differently about you. He's lost his fighting spirit now, and needs someone to help him stand up."
"Mom, you think too highly of me, I'm not that important." Qiao Qiao tried to withdraw her hand.
Her intention to divorce had not changed. She had spent so many years of her youth on Ye Xiandong, and saw no reason to continue entangling herself with him now that he was incapacitated.
Seeing Qiao Qiao's resolute attitude, Xia Yu bit her lip and was about to kneel before Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao, frightened, hurried to help Xia Yu up, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Wasn't this shortening her own life?
"If you don't agree, I will kneel until you do!" Xia Yu steeled her heart, insisting on kneeling.
