In fact, He Liancheng should have known that Zhao Ling would have such an idea. After all, that day when she accidentally fell off a cliff in Xueling, she believed it was him who caused everything. So, she hated him, which was normal.
But the feeling of jealousy and hatred that rose from the bottom of his heart was intertwining wildly like deadly vines.
"He's my... husband, and he has a lot of love for me. Even if he... doesn't fit in the whole world, I won't... let him down." Because of his throat, Zhao Ling couldn't speak well, so she had to struggle intermittently to utter the words.
She felt the strength on her neck gradually increase, her breathing became difficult, and her face flushed slightly, but her eyes remained calm.
She looked coldly at the man who was about to lose control in front of her, watching his handsome face instantly turn blue, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and there were streaks of blood around his pupils.
