The cigarette burnt his fingers, and Li Qingzhuo hurriedly threw it to the ground, grinding it fiercely with his leather shoe, his brow furrowed.
"He didn't go missing; he ran off on his own."
Li Qingzhuo waved his hand: "No need to look for him. Go back."
It was his own choice to run, not Mr. Ye's neglect. Whatever happens, he'll face the consequences himself.
——
Suffocation, a long suffocation...
Her neck was strangled by the rope, desperately struggling, but in vain. The Grim Reaper's scythe firmly hooked her neck.
At the last blurry moment of consciousness, in the half-light of her vision, she seemed to see a face twisted by madness.
"Dare to fight with me for Xue An, go die, bitch."
"Xue An is mine, mine..."
"I am the woman he loves the most."
...
"Cough, cough...". Ye Zhen woke up from the nightmare, covering her neck with both hands, gasping for breath like a drowning person.
Before she knew it, tears had already covered her face.
