Shen Hua raised his eyes to the pitch-black night sky, oppressive and dark, a reflection of his current mood.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
Shen Yan turned his head, his gaze deep as he looked at him, "Brother, let Jian Qing go."
It was the same sentence again. Shen Hua's face darkened, "If it's about this matter, I don't think we need to talk any further."
Seeing him rise to leave, Shen Yan quickly blocked his path, "Brother, Awei's condition has been improving day by day. If she wakes up, how will you explain to her? Are you going to tell her that you killed her daughter?"
Shen Hua's gaze sharpened, "Shut up."
"Brother, I don't get sick often anymore, even without Jian Qing's heart, I won't be in danger."
Shen Hua pushed him away, "This is not up for discussion."
After speaking, he strode away, leaving Shen Yan standing there, watching his retreating figure with a bitter smile creeping onto his lips.
In the end, it still comes to that step, huh!
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