He yelled out, truly invigorating!
But a second later, though the birds in the empty mountain flew not entirely away, a human trace approached the path. Behind the camphor tree, came the man's cold mockery.
"I'm about to die, and you wouldn't be widowed?"
Damn it!
What does it feel like to have your curse of death land spot on?
Although Zhan Se believed she didn't need to feel too sorry for those with the surname Quan, after all, wasn't she an intellectual tainted by higher education? If she had known he was right there, she would have cursed him even more viciously!
She turned her head with a sneer.
"What do you want to do now?"
The light in the Camphor Forest was poor, but the man's face under the shade of the trees was cold, majestic, and dignified, almost disconnected from the world's atmosphere. His features were stern and handsome, his thin lips as sharp as blades, and his deep black eyes stared at her darkly like a debt collector, as if he would ever answer.
Phew!
