"Commander Han, don't act impulsively. If you kill him, we will have no witness!" said one of his subordinates, trying to dissuade him.
Han Xishi froze. Seemed he had a point!!
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Sunlight streamed in through the window.
Chi Xingye, lying on the bed, had no idea how long she had been asleep.
A thin layer of sweat soon covered her forehead. The man who had been keeping vigil by her bed took a cold towel and gently wiped away the sweat from her forehead.
After being rescued, Chi Xingye had been running a high fever. She had been delirious, as if trapped in a profound dream from which she couldn't wake. Sometimes she would whimper in fear, "Brother Yijue... Brother Yijue, save me..."
Sometimes, she would sob pitifully, "Chengyan doesn't want me anymore... He doesn't want me anymore...
Every time the man by the bed heard the name "Chengyan" coming out from her lips, his face would take on an exceptionally melancholic and desolate look.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
