"Nan Li, shouldn't you explain to me the medicine you made me drink back then? If it weren't for that incident with her, I think I would have forgotten these things my whole life."
Tang Ze's voice was cold and somber, his dark eyes filled with murderous intent.
Yet despite the explanation, Nan Li showed no sign of discomposure.
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze calm as he looked at Tang Ze.
"I have never regretted doing those things," he said lightly after coughing several times.
"Moreover, if you want to tell Xiaobai the truth now, go ahead. But I cannot assure you she will still tolerate you by her side." Nan Li continued.
His words successfully made Tang Ze hesitate.
After a long moment, Tang Ze let go of his grip.
The previously pale neck of Nan Li now bore deep strangulation marks.
He clutched his chest and began to cough heavily again.
"I believe Pavilion Master Tang has already made his decision. Our goals are the same—we both do not wish to hurt her," he said.
