Yuanya was terribly weak, not able to resist him with her barely existent strength, ultimately closing her eyes out of exhaustion.
"Why can't you let me go? Why do you have to hurt me? Why do I have to be dragged into this?"
Her voice was dry and hoarse, speaking was tough and her heart felt unbearably empty.
Duan Jingwen soothed her waist-length hair that cascaded down like a waterfall.
"I don't want to hurt you anymore. But Yuanya, since you've become his woman, you're already part of the game."
"I can only do everything in my power to prevent anything from happening to you. But wanting to completely remove yourself from the situation..."
"Silly girl, that's impossible now."
Yuanya's lips twitched into a bitter smile.
"I deserve the bad luck, happily being your pawn, the scapegoat for you to control Lan Xiu without facing him directly. In crucial moments, you can even use me to strike him, right?"
He turned his head slightly, and his cold lips brushed against her hair.
