Xia Yanxin was terrified. She hadn't expected Long Yutian to take such an extreme step. His blood kept spilling, forming a large crimson puddle on the ground. The sight made her dizzy, and the strong scent of blood rushed to her head. She was scared out of her wits.
It was only when his towering figure collapsed with a thud that she snapped out of it, realizing he was about to die…
What should she do? What should she do? Was he really going to die? This man she hated the most, loathed the most, was he going to die so easily?
By then, the large ship had already left the coast…
In a panic, Xia Yanxin started shouting, "Is anyone there? Help, please!!!"
But no matter how long she yelled, there was no response.
"If I died, would you forgive me?"
Long Yutian's deep voice rang out; his cool, thin lips curled as always, a mischievous smile resting at the corners, though those lips were incredibly pale.
