After finishing her sentence, Yun Bixue only heard maniacal laughter coming from the other end of the phone. "Yun Bixue, do you truly not understand what's going on, or are you just pretending?"
Yun Bixue's heart was thumping madly, but she dug her fingernails deep into her palm to force herself to sound calm. She answered coolly, "Xiajun Yanwu, do you expect me to understand someone who has lost her mind? What a joke."
"Hmph. Yun Bixue, stop pretending. It's useless anyway. Xie Limo may die anytime."
Yun Bixue's heart raced and fear crept up her spine. She wasn't afraid of her own death, but she was worried for Xie Limo's safety. She wouldn't be able to take it if he were to be hurt.
Yun Bixue clenched her jaw and said, "Xiajun Yanwu, I know you like Xie Limo, but is your love for him so shallow? Can you kill him just like that?"
