"I didn't betray you."
"That day, when I ran out of the villa and encountered Nikola's men, they were going to capture you. I ran in the opposite direction to draw them away, and that's how I ended up in their hands."
Mu Liang turned around, his brows frosty as his proud silhouette grew even longer under the plane tree, his face bearing a kind of cruel indifference, "Oh, Miss Qiao is trying to tell me that you fell into Nikola's hands because of me, that you were held hostage by Nikola in an attempt to save me?"
Qiao Xia felt unusually calm inside, "Yes!"
"How laughable. You wish I were dead!" Mu Liang looked at Qiao Xia, his eyes narrowing coldly, "A six-chamber revolver, six chances, and you heartlessly made me pull the trigger twice. I can't see, not in the slightest, that Miss Qiao had any intention of saving me. You wish I were dead."
"How do you know?" Did he remember?
