Han Yinqian didn't speak, the dark gleam in his eyes flashed with inscrutable light, seemingly half-closed, his gaze undulating with a demonic curve,
so profound that no one could guess what he was thinking.
"Annuo... loves me, that woman... she is not to blame, I shouldn't... treat her like this, but she shouldn't have married Annuo; Annuo has always been mine..." Han Qianqian's body was weak, and her voice was faint.
But in her eyes at that moment, there was a chilling sharpness and madness.
