Speaking, Ye Zhantian swung his knife, ready to act...
At the same time, Nan Zhifeng didn't hesitate and rushed to the window, flipping herself over and leaping down.
"Afeng——"
Di Lingzhi struggled and roared like a madman.
Nan Zhifeng had tumbled out of the window, but at the critical moment, Ye Zhantian dashed over in time to grab her...
48th floor.
Nan Zhifeng was suspended on the edge, the howling wind by her ears, the gray overcast sky with light rain in her vision, and Ye Zhantian's familiar face.
At this moment, his dark eyes had actually turned red, as if about to drip blood...
"Do you love him that much?"
Ye Zhantian's voice no longer carried the anger and resentment from before, but instead trembled with desolation, "You love him enough to die for him?"
"If I die, everything can be settled."
Nan Zhifeng looked up at him, her eyes blurred with tears.
Her hand was in pain, her body suspended in mid-air, just one fall away from being smashed to pieces.
