The moonlight was bright and clear as the water tonight. Against the background, Leng Wuxin appeared to be particularly beautiful as if she was a fairy from a palace on the moon. Her expression seemed to be full of sorrow, however. People would feel their hearts ache for her when she frowned.
But Lu Li didn't feel sorry for her nor found her ravishingly pretty. Instead, he regarded her as a female skeleton standing under the moonlight. It was freaky, and he resented her for it.
For her, Lu Li was nothing more than a piece of tool, a puppet that could help her accomplish her goal. She controlled the puppet and pushed it forward whether it was able to do its job or not. She didn't care if it was a cliff ahead.
It was not possible for Lu Li to kill Leng Wushang in one year. But this didn't matter to Leng Wuxin. If Lu Li couldn't do it, then he could just drop dead. After all, he would be of no use to Leng Wuxin…
