"I didn't have a choice. Neither did Xiao Qin!" Every dried tear of blood on Xiahou Wuxin's face was shivering. "She had to die!"
"Do not say my mother's name!" Xin Xiaoqi shrieked. "You don't deserve to say her name, you shameless old dog!"
"You're right. I am truly a sordid, shameless, and a f*cking cowardly old dog. No. In front of the almighty 'angels', I am barely a dog but more like a fly that is caged inside an upside-down glass cup and cannot fly out however I try."
