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What did she want?!
She wanted freedom, did he give it to her?
She wanted to pursue her dreams, did he let her go for it?
She wanted a warm home, to have her mother alive, her father to return, could he provide that?
...
Raising her uninjured left hand, Luo Xiaoqian yanked down the zipper of her jacket.
"Come on."
Emotionlessly spitting out two words, she turned her face to the side.
Wasn't her body what he wanted?!
Watching her expressionless, like lifeless, small face, Leng Zimo's heart felt as if it had been heavily punched, abruptly contracting and then starting to ache dully.
No!
That wasn't what he wanted!
"What I want isn't like this!"
Releasing her, Leng Zimo growled.
"Is that so?" Luo Xiaoqian turned to face him, looked into his eyes as dark as the night, and suddenly smiled, "Right, what you want indeed isn't like this!"
He had said that he didn't want a corpse.