145 Man of words

 'is'...

His eyes widened as the realization dawned on him. Xin Zhenyi was not dead. She was alive. And the man in front of him was her husband. He gasped for air. Suddenly, he could see his future replaying before his eyes. He would be killed for attacking Zhenyi and who knew better than goons like him the barbarity of the devil in front of him. 

Long Jie and Xin Zhenyi? No. No. It couldn't be. They were each other's greatest enemies. How could they… It was cheating? He was cheated. Why did no one know that these two families were one now?

Long Jie shoved his face against the broken mirror again and the shattered pieces of glasses poked into his skin and more blood oozed out. His tanned face now looked like that he had been thrust inside the bucket of red paint. 

"Please…" He begged in a whimper. 

Long Jie exhaled out and hissed. "Mercy? And on you? No way. You will die at my hands but before you give me some answers."