"I..."
Su An'an's breath hitched. It felt as if an invisible hand was wrapped around her throat, choking her so she couldn't get a single word out.
She had imagined explaining things to Seville a thousand times.
But now that the moment was here, the explanation she had practiced over and over was stuck in her throat.
"Don't want to talk?"
Seville's eyes turned icy, and he shot to his feet. "Fine. I'm not interested in listening anyway."
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!"
Su An'an suddenly doubled over in a violent coughing fit, her face turning beet red.
Seville's heart skipped a beat. He gripped the back of her neck with a large hand, forcing her to look up.
"Do you need to be taught how to breathe? Is your spiritual power just for show?!"
A holy Golden Light seeped from his fingertips, gently clearing her blocked windpipe.
"I was poisoned by the Rebel Army back then."
