Heather's pupils suddenly dilated.
"Right, there's no punishment more painful than him dying in front of you."
She shook her head, tears streaming down.
She was so afraid.
It wasn't that he wasn't strong, but because she was a hostage in Night Hawk's hands, she was afraid he ultimately wouldn't be able to beat Night Hawk.
Night Hawk was pleased with her reaction, "You can rest well, the war is just beginning."
He held her broken-fingered right hand, muttering to himself, "Such beautiful hands, and they're broken, not pretty."
Heather stared blankly at the empty space on her right, her eyes vacant.
Ah Nian, can I hold on until you come?
She truly wanted to give up on herself…
Night Hawk wiped the tears off her face with his sleeve, saying, "I want to create a scene for your Mr. Li, what do you think?"
...
Late at night.
A figure suddenly sat up in bed.
Li Sinian was panting heavily, his gaze wandering in the dark.
Wei Wei had been missing for a week.
