When Bo Yi heard this, he suddenly let go of her hand.
Sang Xia thought that he was gradually recovering when she saw him let go. However, the next moment, a sharp wind came and a fist hit the wall to the left of her head.
It was so loud and so forceful that she could almost hear the sound of her knuckles cracking.
Sang Xia's feathery eyelashes trembled as she looked up and saw the dark storm brewing between Bo Yi's clear brows. The smile on his lips had long frozen and turned cold. Sangsang, you can be with anyone but Rong Zhan and Qianqian!"
Sang Xia looked at him with red eyes, as if she did not understand what he meant.
Bo Yi's fist was stained with blood. Thinking that she was frightened, he rubbed her face gently.
She wanted to be rough, but she could feel that he was trying his best to control himself. This was the person he loved. He had already hurt everyone around her, so he could not hurt her anymore. His actions became so gentle again.
