"Because I want you to live a fate worse than death."
"Starting today, you are my personal servant. Whatever I tell you to do, you must do it."
Gu Yanting's merciless words hammered heavily on Zhuo Ya's eardrums.
Her face pale, she stared blankly at Gu Yanting's stern face.
"Fine."
Zhuo Ya nodded gently at Gu Yanting, as if resigning to her fate.
Seeing Zhuo Ya so obedient, an intimidating chill spread across his handsome face.
He gazed at her intently, his black eyes flickering with an icy, bone-piercing coldness.
"Zhuo Ya!"
She coughed, and blood streamed from the corner of her mouth.
Seeing the woman in such a sorry state, Gu Yanting's heart, however, was not untouched.
He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes cold and fearsome.
"You cannot die yet."
"I want you to live properly."
Gu Yanting said, holding his breath, then called for a doctor to treat Zhuo Ya.
