The next second, Ye Qiao was startled by a chilling voice close to her ear.
"Qiaoqiao, I guess you wouldn't want to live such a confused life, right? I bet you're longing for release."
Shi Yan held Ye Qiao's hand, his gaze as tender as water, but the words he spoke were like a bucket of cold water in the depths of winter, chilling Ye Qiao to the bone.
Ye Qiao felt herself drifting away, far from Shi Yan.
At that moment, she felt as if the boyfriend she had dated for over two years was a complete stranger, as if she had never known him at all.
Shi Yan pulled out a contract from his bag and muttered to himself, "Qiaoqiao, you wouldn't bear to see me suffer, right? If you were conscious, you'd surely be willing to sign this contract, wouldn't you?"
Ye Qiao sensed something wasn't quite right.
As she floated closer to look, the bold, large characters "Property Transfer Contract" were clear and glaring!
