"Do I need to say it a hundred times before you'll believe me? I didn't kill him."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, his throat uncomfortably choked up.
Qin Zhao had vented all her emotions and stayed motionless in his arms, like a puppet.
"Can't you just... pretend I remembered nothing?"
"It's impossible, I can't pretend nothing happened."
Qin Zhao's tone had calmed a lot, but it only made Chu Yan more uneasy.
"Let me go."
"I won't..."
"Won't let go, will you?"
Qin Zhao directly struck Chu Yan with her spiritual power, sending him flying.
His cold, aloof face now smeared with some blood.
Qin Zhao's eyes trembled slightly but she still averted her gaze, preparing to leave via sword control.
"You can't leave."
He was injured, yet he forcibly got up and grabbed her.
Qin Zhao, with her back to him, struggled hard to withdraw her hand.
"You can't leave."
Chu Yan stubbornly repeated the sentence.
