He Mengji heard the muffled screams from afar, and tears instantly streamed down her face.
If it weren't for the heart-wrenching pain, Thirteen, with his iron-clad will, would never have let out such agonizing screams.
"You bastard, what's so special about you that so many people have to die for you?"
He Ji turned her head and glanced at Ye Xiong, who was deep in an unconscious slumber on her shoulder. She truly wished she could turn back and trade him to Guo Furong in exchange for Thirteen's life.
But then she immediately remembered how Ye Xiong had fearlessly transformed a second time to save the Hunter Organization.
He might be a bastard, but he was the kind of bastard that evoked both love and hate.
Making a difficult choice, a painful decision, tears blurred the eyes of He Mengji, who hadn't cried in many years.
Behind her, the screams of Thirteen continued without end.
"Thirteen, I'm sorry. If there's an afterlife, I promise I'll be your woman."
