He looked at the marks he had smeared on with his own hands, smiled with satisfaction, his voice weak yet absolute, his tone arrogant beyond measure. He said, "Just you watch, as long as I'm alive, you belong to me."
Having said that, his pupils reflected the bewildered image of Meng Tingxu.
Behind Meng Tingxu, the voice of Shen Tangye came with surprise and astonishment, "Xuxu, what happened?"
What happened?
Meng Tingxu didn't know either.
Everything was an accident, yet it seemed as if it was a finale that had been destined from the start.
The incident alarmed Qin Shiyu and Xin Tian; the next day, they hurried over from North City. Qin He was lying in the intensive care unit, still in critical condition.
Meng Tingxu stood outside the ward, her gaze fixed blankly ahead, unfocused.
At this point, she had no face to see Xin Tian and Qin Shiyu, who had doted on her since she was a child.
Qin Shiyu entered first, while Xin Tian saw the downcast girl standing at the door.
