Qin Ruan's gaze was cold and oppressive, filled with a murderous aura that made him seem like an Asura emerging from Hell, which sent a subtle chill of fear through Han Kexin.
Overcoming her fear, she retorted, "I'm not wrong. You've already won by living. Why can't you let me go?"
Qin Ruan's lips curled upward in a cold smile, her voice icy, "When you plotted against me, did you show me any mercy?"
Han Kexin retorted, "You're alive and well, I'm dead, my mother's dead, yet you're still here! What's the point of holding grudges over the past?!"
Qin Ruan chuckled coldly, her gaze filled with an icy glint, "That's because I've already died before! You and your mother owe me six lives. Why should I forgive you? It's already merciful of me not to have destroyed your souls."
"You dare to beg for my forgiveness. On what basis? On the basis of your two lives? Or on the basis of your thick skin?!"
