"Alright, since that's the case! Then you go kill him!"
Li Jiaqi stopped arguing, her voice somewhat hoarse.
She had said all she needed to, a person shouldn't debase themselves to such an extent.
"I'm just going to say one thing, if your hands are stained with blood, I will never see you again."
Li Jiaqi bit her lower lip, reached for the ticket, and turned to leave.
He silently stood in place, watching her lonely figure gradually board the plane.
On the plane, she sat by the window, quietly staring outside.
Seeing him go kill, she could do nothing, only watch helplessly as he slipped step-by-step into the abyss of sin.
After a long time, she silently lowered her head, caressing her abdomen.
The inner pain that surged still made her feel suffocated.
Anthony will die, Ah Ya will die, who will die next? Could there be a day where he kills even her?
What kind of man is so cold-blooded?
