Yang Cheng strode into the room, tossing Cheng Ruonan onto the bed and yanking off the sheet that covered her.
"Finally caught you. I want to see what you really look like!"
He reached out and tore the veil from Cheng Ruonan's face, revealing delicate, lotus-petal features, perfectly proportioned, her skin paler than snow, beautiful eyes shimmering with unshed tears, glaring at him with fury.
Faced with such astonishing beauty, Yang Cheng's breath caught for a moment. Then he quickly reached for the silver needle at her throat and removed it.
"Cough, cough..."
Cheng Ruonan coughed violently a few times, her voice tinged with anger: "What exactly do you want? Let go of me!"
"You've tried to kill Ye Ling'Er over and over. If I let you go, you'd just look for another chance to strike."
Yang Cheng leaned in, his gaze burning unwaveringly at her.
"Tell me, who sent you?"
"I won't say anything. Forget it, you might as well give up now."
