No matter how many people he kills, it won't bring back his mother.
It will only make him lose himself in hatred, step by step, until he becomes a devil stained with fresh blood...
"..."
Dan Hanjie looked down at her, his eyes filled with an indescribable perplexity.
His long fingers gently stroked her cheek, taking in her faint fragrance, his expression gradually returning to calm.
His large hand entwined in her long hair, taking control of the back of her head, "Give me time. Let me finish the last thing. Then I'll take you away. Wherever you want to go, we'll go there."
"What do you intend to do?" Qin Youxuan nervously clutched his shirt, afraid he would do something to hurt her again.
"..."
Dan Hanjie's eyes flickered slightly as he leaned down to kiss her lips.
By the time they parted, Qin Youxuan was borrowing heavily against him, panting.
Not far away, Dan Yi had already sent people looking everywhere for him.
"I need to go over there first."
