As if he hadn't heard her, Wei Yu hugged her tightly and repeated, "I missed you so much."
For the last time, Pei Jiao used all her strength to push the man who was hugging her away. However, in the next second, a sharp blade suddenly appeared in his hand. Silver light flashed from the sharp edge. Pei Jiao watched as Wei Yu shakily picked up the sharp blade and pointed it at her—
"Wei Yu!" Pei Jiao shouted.
Wei Yu's wooden expression paused. When his calm eyes looked at her, they gradually focused. But soon, the focus disappeared. He returned to his previous wooden appearance and pressed her step by step with a sharp blade in his hand.
Pei Jiao had nowhere to retreat. She was forced into the room. Her hand groped behind her, trying to find a sharp weapon to defend herself.
