At that time, it was like being pushed down to hell. He was willing to live and die with Leng Zhiyuan, and ultimately, she was just an outsider.
These few days, she did not sleep. She was tormented by jealousy, worry, guilt, uneasiness, pain, and all sorts of other feelings. She felt tortured.
She had decided that if Zhou Yao really died, she would not stay alive either.
Even if he only liked Leng Zhiyuan, she'd chase after him and follow him all the way to hell.
She could not lose him.
Zhou Yao watched Leng Zhiyuan leave until her figure disappeared from sight. Only then did he look at Han Xuan as he started walking. "I have something to tell you."
Han Xuan quickly moved her feet and followed.
…
The pair reached a sealed little house, and Zhou Yao stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
