"Xing Liehuo, why are you so fierce, why so cruel..."
A strong and real sense of pleasure rose within him, his eyes brimming with tears as he kissed her lips desperately, and then he made love to her with a sense of complete satisfaction.
"Nini, my Nini... it's good that you're back..."
But then, her gaze suddenly turned cold and piercing.
She watched him silently, her bloodshot eyes glaring at him, and then, slowly lifting her delicate finger, she pointed straight at him——
"It's you, devil, it was you who killed my father."
"Liehuo, do you know how desperate I felt at 12 years old, holding that urn wrapped in the military flag?"
"Lian Qiao, I didn't, back then I..."
He called out her name in a daze, his mouth open, trying to defend himself, but the rest of his words got stuck in his throat, followed by another sharp and piercing noise ringing in his ears.
The phone!
