Ning Li stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at her.
Ye Ci's delicate and gentle face had become a little twisted due to hatred and madness.
It was no longer as beautiful and proud as before. Instead, it made people feel nauseous.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand."
Ning Li said faintly.
However, this faint voice seemed to have given Ye Ci a great stimulus.
"Why are you pretending?"
Her voice suddenly became sharp, and she raised her hand to slap Ning Li's face!
Ning Li narrowed her eyes, and a cold light appeared in her eyes. She grabbed her wrist.
Her fingers were clearly long and slender, but they were extremely strong.
Ye Ci could not struggle at all. She only felt that her wrist was being held in pain.
