"You did not save my Xi'er, so I want you to suffer your whole life!"
Chen Qingyan had already stopped crying. She raised her pale face as she glared at Mu Ling and said each and every word slowly.
Mu Ling released her throat.
Chen Qingyan slid out of his hand, falling to the ground.
"Ahh!!!"
Under the sky, a sorrowful sound rang through the sky. In the breaking dawn, it echoed for a long time.
Mu Ling held his head in agony, curled up into a ball as endless regrets seeped through his heart, utterly breaking his heart.
Nobody pitied him.
Even Old Master Mu, all he did was glance at him coldly.
All of these were self-inflicted by Mu Ling himself.
He had advised him, scolded him, but none of it had any effect.
As such, even if Mu Ling was in such pain at the moment, he would not even spare him a bit of mercy.
"Despicable!"
