"I did ask you to leave." Ling Yan squeezed out the words after a long time.
She walked over herself.
Is it my fault?
Okay… it is my fault.
Ling Yan got scared by his own thoughts. He was confused and startled. Why was he having such thoughts toward a target?
Also…
Calm down, calm down.
It must be the fault of this body.
Right.
"Do you mean that I deserve to be killed by you?" Ming Shu's fingers slipped down his fingers and grabbed his hand.
There was no warmth in it, but Ling Yan felt really hot. "I don't mean that."
He asked with some difficulty, "Why didn't you leave?"
Ming Shu let him go and tidied her hair. She looked past the mountains and gazed far away. "I wanted to beat you."
Ling Yan: "…"
