Xiao Jianming's consciousness gradually sank into darkness; he lay on the ground, barely alive, with the image of Huo Qiuran haunting his mind.
Even though he was far less significant in Huo Qiuran's heart than the man called Ning Fan, Xiao Jianming did not regret it.
Looking at the pitch-black sky, Xiao Jianming gave a bitter smile and said, "If there is a next life, I will again be Qiuran's person!"
As the words fell, his eyes completely closed, his head twisted, and he lay on the ground, his fate unknown.
Li Kui curled his lip, looking disdainfully at Xiao Jianming on the ground. He truly felt it was not worth it; for a woman, moreover for a woman who did not love him—wasn't this foolish?
Meanwhile, Huo Qiuran desperately fled. Xiao Jianming had bought her some time, but she hadn't gone far when the sound of rapid footsteps followed her.
"Queen Huo, you want to play a game of cat and mouse with us?"
