Xia Ruoxin felt a gust of cold air blew past her face like a knife had carved forcibly over it.
She looked up at the silhouette who was blocking all the light in the room. She stared at him, unblinking.
She knew it was him because she could recognize his breathing. She could feel it from afar. There was no need for her to look.
It was colder compared to how it was before.
Deeper compared to how it was before.
Crueler compared to how it was before.
"Are you disappointed that Manni was not dead? Are you disappointed that she is still alive?" The man's cold voice rang. Xia Ruoxin merely lowered her sparse eyelashes.
She wasn't disappointed as she did not want Li Manni to die. Would he listen? Was he willing to listen? Even willing to listen?
She should have thought of it sooner. How could he believe her? Thus, there was no need for her to say or do anything. In his eyes, it would all seem like she was defending herself.
