The man's words were blunt: either Ye Xunhuan dies or Qiu Ruoxi dies. As for other choices, there simply aren't any.
Qiu Ruoxi's already pale face turned even more ghastly in that moment.
She had never contemplated Ye Xunhuan's death, nor had she considered she'd face such a difficult decision herself.
On one side was her own life and death, on the other, the life and death of her beloved.
It was a true dilemma, as the saying goes, even ants cling to life, and nobody willingly chooses death.
"Honey, don't listen to him. He's deceiving you. No matter what you choose, he won't give up!" Ye Xunhuan roared immediately.
Ye Xunhuan wanted to struggle, to rise from the ground, but whenever he moved, an invisible force descended upon him like a mountain, pressing him down, rendering him unable to move at all.
It could be said that this invisible force felt like Mount Wuzhi pressing down on the Monkey King, extraordinarily heavy.
