"You are injured, and the situation looks grim. If you dare touch me, it must be because you wish to die." Rong Sheng's eyes were cold as ice, their sharpness like that of icicles, harboring a chill more damaging than any weapon.
Chu Yifeng's gaze was momentarily hazy. He knew Rong Sheng's eyes all too well. Every time Wu Dao dragged him out to fight to the death, Rong Sheng looked at him just like this, saying coldly, "If you don't have the strength to survive, don't force yourself."
How could there be any woman in the world as cruel as her?
Even though she was saving him, she never uttered a word of concern for him. She did everything for him but never allowed a moment of warmth in his heart, not even now.
"Rong Sheng, you know I am injured. Does it pain your heart?" Chu Yifeng leaned over, breathing heavily in her ear so she could hear the labored breaths in his voice.
