Xie Shuning leaned her head against the window, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.,Though the residual poison has not yet been eliminated, his illness has persisted for a long time. Even being able to walk and speak is already difficult.,Xie Shuning, despite being frail, suddenly unleashed a terrifying strength. With one hand, he covered Wen Xue Luo's mouth, and with the other, he pulled a hairpin from her hair, plunging it into her throat with all his might.。