Perhaps from the moment he returned to the country, he never thought of killing Yan qingsi. He just wanted to find an answer, an answer that even he himself did not know.
He talked about revenge, revenge ... But he was just looking for a reason to return to China.
Yan mingxiu was having a hard time speaking. Every time he spoke, blood would flow out of his mouth. He was like a bucket with a hole, and the water kept flowing out.
Yan qingsi knew that many of Yan mingxiu's bones must have been broken. She did not dare to touch him at all. It was as if there was a stone stuck in her throat. Her eyes were so sore that they seemed to be filled with sand. She kept nodding and said with a trembling voice,""I know ... I know that you never thought of killing me. When you looked at me, there was no killing intent in your eyes. I know that ... You don't have to say anything more. I will arrange for someone to send you to the hospital ..."
