"Fengfeng, fire the gun. If you kill her, he will be reborn, and your life will once again be your own. You won't lose your freedom, and you'll still be the noble Young Master of the Inferno Sect, Zhuge Feng."
Zhuge Ao's voice rang out once again. As Shangguan You listened to the conversation among them, she suddenly started to understand, yet also felt confused. Did that one sentence she uttered that night bind Zhuge Feng's fate to hers? Was the evil within Zhuge Feng suppressed because of her? Was Zhuge Ao now trying to make Zhuge Feng revert to his former self?
Zhuge Feng's arms, which encircled her, involuntarily tightened. The muzzle of the gun in his right hand was aimed at her forehead, his hand trembling gently. Looking at Shangguan You's pale face and her deep, profound eyes, a piercing pain surged through his heart. Were these past three months the most beautiful, most blissful three months of his life? Was he really about to destroy it all once again with his own hands?
