Suddenly, I felt my neck being choked, and at the same time,
a hand was violently tearing at the clothes on my body.
The Silver Python Cheongsam, which could not be burned, cut, or discarded, issued a ripping sound, mingled with the mournful hiss of a snake.
In my subconscious, I greatly valued the cheongsam. On the brink of life and death, I still couldn't help calling out intermittently,
"No... don't... destroy my cheongsam..." That was Yu Longting's life...
Clattering, the high-quality jade bead buttons scattered all over the ground.
My heart plummeted to the depths, and cool tears slid down from the corners of my eyes.
The cheongsam was damaged.
"It puzzles me, having an arm chopped off and fitted with a prosthetic as if not a disabled person, what courage one must have to trouble one's wife."
A rebellious and chilling voice, as if traversing time and space, entered my ears. I was embraced from behind, a cold hand pressing over the exposed area of my cheongsam.
