"..."
"Don't think an apology will save you!" Lan Liehuo let go of her chin, looking down at her dominantly.
"I never thought it would." Ye Yingsu glared at him, lifting her head. She wouldn't be acting like this if it weren't for her son. But she knew well that this guy wouldn't let her off easily.
Yet, she didn't want to die, and she couldn't.
Having come so close to death this time, she realized that she too feared it.
She was afraid she wouldn't see her son again.
Lan Liehuo, "..."
It was his first time seeing this woman so weak. He knew she was badly injured. At this moment, her face was pale, her lips gone white from blood loss, and she appeared feeble, inexplicably invoking a sense of frailty.
An inexplicable rage surged within Lan Liehuo. Seeing Ye Yingsu so weak, he wanted to dominate her relentlessly.
So, he did just that. After all, he had saved her just to torment her for his amusement.
