An Ruo propped up her sore body and said expressionlessly, "I wish I could kill you, but killing you would dirty my hands!"
"Even if you wanted to kill me, you couldn't," the man confidently said, and then added indifferently, "An Ruo, I've given you the chance to kill me, and I've said I won't give you another."
An Ruo laughed mockingly, "Someone like you will be taken care of by the heavens, I won't stoop to doing it myself!"
He was a demon, and she didn't want to be forced to become a demon herself. Murder was something she would never do in her lifetime; she wouldn't fall into degradation because of a demon.
In An Ruo's eyes, although there was hatred, her gaze was still clear and free of impurities.
Before her, Tang Yuchen suddenly felt a sense of shame. She was like that bright and radiant sunlight, pure and luminous.
And he was like a devil in the darkness. Seeing her, he wanted to destroy her, yet inexplicably longed to be close to her.
