Inside the carriage, the man's magnetic voice was deep and slightly husky, "Guess, what do I want to do?"
Shi Mei instinctively struggled, her fingers forcefully trying to pry his palm off, tips of her toes pressing hard against the ground, trying to get a breath of air.
But the man in front of her had a cold and stern gaze, and his facial expression remained unchanged throughout.
He was still the same.
Cold-blooded and ruthless.
To him, human lives were probably worth less than nothing.
That's right, if he could personally kill the lover he cherished for three years, what is a stranger to him.
Now, she was nothing.
Her heart ached piercingly, as if forcefully gouged by a sharp blade, and in a flash, she was bloodied.
