Chi Wenyan shook his head frantically: "I don't want to die... I don't want to die!"
Wen Hanwei looked at Hui Wuniang, whose pale face had already fainted, and the broth simmering in the hot pot.
A pair of amber eyes as clear as glass, showing no other emotion, only purity and chilling coldness.
"Before wantonly killing, humiliating, playing with, and torturing others, one should be prepared to face death themselves..."
Wen Hanwei seldom spoke so much at once, her raised eyes carrying a serene weight that lent her a somewhat detached beauty.
She said earnestly and meticulously: "This is something that cannot be allowed."
She calmly and normally expressed her viewpoint, yet in Chi Wenyan's eyes, it undoubtedly became the most terrifying and cruel judgment in the world.
He let out a helpless, despairing wail, seemingly unable to understand.
All he wanted was to survive, so why was he subjected to such cruel treatment.
