Meng Xi'er's eyelashes quivered slightly as she said in a low voice, "If I ever betray you, will you kill me, just like the person you killed?"
Lu Yebai grabbed her hand, pulling her tightly into his arms, "You won't."
As he held Meng Xi'er, her face remained expressionless.
He said, you won't.
But, he didn't say, I won't.
She lowered her eyes, a trace of irony escaping from them.
He trusted her completely, because he had absolute control.
However, he didn't trust himself not to harm her.
How could she feel safe with someone like him?
She had died so many times for him, this time, she really didn't want to.
Her only wish was to leave.
She wanted to leave.
Lu Yebai held her in his arms, his hand wrapped around her waist from behind. A string of black beads peaked out from his sleeve, sparkling in the sunshine.
The high-quality black jade beads worn by this man exuded a touch of chilliness.
