She was stunningly beautiful, bright and wonderful, like a butterfly fluttering its colorful wings in the spring, breathtaking. But she and he were on opposite ends of the balance; she lived in the light, and he lived in the darkness. He had resisted and repelled her so much.
He didn't want to like her.
Such a wonderful person was not suitable for him.
But she took a whole ten years to enter his heart, and then, in just three days, she pushed him from heaven into the abyss.
Night after night, he dreamt of himself strangling her like he was now, wanting to kill her with his own hands, but each time, at the end, he would let her go, unable to bear even in his dreams.
Feng Yueming's eyes slowly reddened as he stared at her intensely and said word by word, "Speak, beg for mercy."
No.
Mi Yao felt like she could no longer breathe, but she chose not to beg for mercy. She wouldn't beg this demon!
