Meng Xi'er's eyes widened slightly as Lu Yebai's fingers on her neck tightened. She looked into his eyes filled with insanity and rage, and smiled without a sound.
"Kill me," she moved her lips, struggling to speak, "If you dare, kill me. I was meant to die by your hand anyway."
This life, her constant struggle, only ended in despair.
It would have been better to die at his hands from the start, rather than wondering if these past years were a jest.
The feeling of suffocation slowly crept in. All she could see were Lu Yebai's eyes, red with rage. Meng Xi'er closed her eyes.
Just as her consciousness was about to plunge into darkness, the hand at her neck suddenly loosened. Fresh air flooded in. Meng Xier's mind went blank as she slid to the floor, coughing uncontrollably.
