From Lao Long's terrified eyes, Xiao Lin felt a sense of despair, though he hadn't confirmed such a possibility, that kind of terror already spoke of many things.
"You can leave now! I don't want to know anymore."
"Xiao Lin, in fact..."
"Before I want to kill you, just go!" At this moment, he indeed had the impulse to kill, truly wanted to kill. What would he have become if Mu Rongyun hadn't failed?
——Did you leave peacefully?
——At the moment life withers, do you feel pain? Fear?
——Because your cold hands tightly gripped like a flower bud
——Because your crimson lips and long hair fluttering in the wind
——Make me doubt if this is a dream
——With your pain
——Let your last words end my life!
——Please take me with you!
