The mournful moon was silent,
Lin Qingque remained speechless, presenting the look of a victor despite clearly being a loser, and even showed a pitiful expression.
This familiar scene caused Tian Liuli to feel an inexplicable annoyance.
However, that annoyance quickly dissipated like the wind.
Why should she be angry with someone who was on the verge of death?
If it weren't for Lin Qingque's connection to Xu Yuan, someone like her would not have been able to stir even a ripple in the lake of her heart in her previous life.
"What have you done to him? Speak, and perhaps I might spare your life."
Tian Liuli's clear gaze fell upon her, as sharp as a sword, cold and devoid of any warmth.
"Heh."
Lin Qingque simply sneered, "Kill me then. One of us won his heart, and the other his body. We're even now."
"Even? You think you're on a par with me?"
Tian Liuli raised her hand, and as she emotionlessly swung her palm, she suddenly heard a faint sigh.
