He stroked Zhuo Ya's hair, his tone gentle, "What a fool, what does it have to do with you?"
"All of this, it's clearly Gu Yanting's fault, what does it have to do with you?"
When Zhuo Ya heard Gu Yanting say that, her tears fell even more.
She really wanted to be with Song Zhe.
"I will save you."
"No... don't."
After this experience, Zhuo Ya was already afraid.
This time Gu Yanting hadn't killed Song Zhe, but next time, it might not be the case.
Zhuo Ya grabbed Song Zhe's arm, her voice choking, "Senior, I won't run away. I'll just wait for Gu Yanting to get tired of me, and then I... I can leave."
"Ah Ya, you're too naive."
Song Zhe looked at Zhuo Ya's naive face, shaking his head and sighing.
"Gu Yanting won't get tired of you so quickly. He wants to torture you to death; he won't let you go easily."
Song Zhe's words left Zhuo Ya with no strength to refute.
