"Now?"
Lian Qiao's heart was in turmoil. "Xing Liehuo, no!"
"It's nothing, I won't die!" He looked at her calmly, the concern in her tone warming his heart so much he felt no pain at all.
In fact, before coming here, he had known it would certainly be a trap, and that his chances were slim, but so what? Could he have stayed away?
He couldn't.
Ai Qing laughed, a strong laughter, "Three more stabs then!"
Witnessing his unquestioning withdrawal of the military saber from his waist, Lian Qiao was so shocked that her eyes widened, and tears fell like beads off a broken string, her mind completely blank.
"Brother Huo, no, please no! Just go! Leave me!"
Her tears fell steadily as she angrily turned her head to glare at Ai Qing, feeling so heartbroken it seemed to cut off her breath, as if her heart was crushed under a boulder, unable to draw breath.
Seeing him injured, she felt an unbearable pain in her heart; it hurt so much it seemed to stop beating...
