But she didn't realize that her trembling body and pale complexion had already betrayed how frightened she was at this moment.
She's afraid, how wonderful.
He wanted her to be afraid, he wanted her to regret, he wanted her to feel fear, he wanted her to know what it was like to wish for death over life.
"Ranran, you're my woman. I love you so much, how could I bear to kill you? If anyone should die, of course, it should be them," he said with a smile, but Mo Ran felt a chill down her spine.
"Gu Yixuan, what exactly do you want? If you truly hate someone, hate me. It's all my fault. Please don't kill anyone indiscriminately, I'm begging you, all right?"
"Ah, it seems you truly can't bring yourself to do it," the man said with pity, releasing her hand and taking a step forward.
"Since you can't bear to do it, let me do it. The child is crying down there; he needs us to avenge him."
He gently raised his hand, the black muzzle of the handgun aimed at Wen Sha.