His whole body was a bloody mess, no good flesh could be found.
Her lips trembled, her voice choked with sobs, she didn't dare to reach out to touch him.
Afraid that with one touch, his whole being might shatter.
"Why didn't you kill him?"
She whispered again, repeating her question.
He lowered his eyes and gazed deeply at her, seeing her little face filled with sorrow.
He was very afraid of her crying; whenever she cried, he was at a loss, not knowing how to console her.
"You said that if I killed him, you'd never speak to me again!"
He spoke quietly, his voice still hoarse.
She was shocked.
At that time, in her anger, she had indeed said those words.
"You fool! You didn't tell me the truth! Why didn't you tell me!!"
She was angry and threw her Pink Fist at him.
In the past, when she got mad, she would hit him like this.
However, this time, with one punch, he actually collapsed.
His whole body just went limp and he fainted.
