"You seem quite unwilling, how about selling your soul to me?" Suddenly, a face wearing an Underworld God Mask appeared before Stephen.
"Sell me your soul, and I'll save your life." A weathered, chilly voice resounded.
"Okay, I'll sell you my soul! As long as I can survive, as long as I can get my revenge, I'll sell you my soul!" Stephen screamed, but he couldn't make any sound at all. Only big bubbles burst from his mouth.
His vision gradually blurred. It was just his illusion. He was going to die, Stephen thought.
"You bastard! I've already called you husband, why didn't you wait for me!" On Jiangdu Bridge, the Female CEO's snowy knees knelt on the ground, already bleeding, yet she was oblivious.
"Buddy, could you spare a cigarette? Mine just got wet."
Just then, an all-too-familiar voice rang out from not far away.
The Female CEO looked up, and a familiar face suddenly came into view.
