"I'm not joking with you," Tang Wanyuan screamed frantically, the other hand firmly squeezing Chi Zaozao's neck. She was half a head shorter; holding her like this was an easy feat.
"If you're not joking, do you really want to kill me?"
Chi Zaozao couldn't keep her composure any longer. With her neck tightly gripped, her breathing became difficult, her little face turning red as she gasped for air, "I can't believe you have the heart to kill me, Sister Wanyuan. We grew up together since we were kids. You're like my own sister. I can't believe you'd really have the heart to do this."
"I know you love Ye Que, but he doesn't love you. Even if you kill me, he won't love you, nor will he be with you. Even if both of us fall from here and die, what's the point? Uncle and Aunt have raised you, do you really want to throw it all away? Can you face them with that?"
"Shut up, I only want Ye Que, why should I care about anything else?"
