"Help me kill Jiang Ying, and I will trust your sincerity and collaborate with you without reservation."
Gu Xia leaned against a big tree, a random blade of Qingxue grass in her mouth, and sighed softly.
"It seems like you don't understand your situation. Are you in any position to negotiate with me? If I agree to help you, I'm doing you a favor; if I don't, there's nothing you can do... Let me remind you, the reality is that you can't kill me, but I can effortlessly kill you."
"I just want you to help me kill Jiang Ying. It's not an unreasonable request, right? Or could it be... you like him? Can't bear to let him go?" Gao Han smiled in a way that was somewhat nauseating.
"Do you think everyone is as universally loving as you? Liking everyone? Does every relationship between men and women have to be about that?" Gu Xia looked contemptuous.
"Then why won't you agree with me?"
