Li Qiyu's eyes were stubborn, clenched forcefully in her mouth.
Bo Yeyuan's tiger's mouth pinched her jaw, forcing her to open it... The bloody blade dropped, caught in his hand, clutched tightly in his grip.
His palm was sliced to a bloody pulp, blood oozing between his fingers, yet he felt no pain.
A coldness that seeped into his bones.
The agony that pierces the heart, perhaps, was exactly like this.
"You hate me that much? You want to kill me?" Bo Yeyuan's voice was muffled and tremulous, "Li Qiyu! You've got guts!"
In her eyes, aflame with passion, lay the hatred that wished to burn him alive.
At the corner of her mouth, a gash wept blood, drop by drop onto his chest, searing through him.
"Speak!" Bo Yeyuan demanded angrily, squeezing her jaw, "You hate me enough to want to kill me? You heartless woman, I treated you so well! You betrayed me, picked Beitang Feng out of all the men in the world! And now you even want to kill me—"
