"Ayan, you..."
Why didn't he dodge?
A twitch at the corner of his mouth made Shen Yan frown slightly.
He raised his hand, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at Shen Hua, "Have you had enough? Or do you want to hit me a couple more times to vent your anger?"
Hearing this, Shen Hua, who initially felt slightly guilty, lost his guilt in an instant.
"Shen Yan, if you dare to ruin everything I have, I will destroy everything you care about. We can settle things in hell."
Just as Shen Yan was about to respond, a sudden sharp pain spread from his heart.
His face instantly turned pale, his back arched slightly, he clutched his chest with one hand, and his breathing became labored.
Chancing a glance at his suffering face, Shen Hua momentarily forgot all about his anger as he bent down to support him. "Ayan, what's wrong?"
"I..."
Shen Yan's face grew pale as he slumped to one side.
"Ayan!"
