"Then shoot!" Ning Xixi raised her voice, "Kill me! Wouldn't that be a better revenge on her? Why target innocent people! Using such vile means to hurt those around me, I look down on you! If my mom were alive, she'd look down on you too!"
The man's wrist flicked, and he said coldly, "Don't think I won't lay a hand on you."
"Anyway, you're not planning to let us go, right?" Ning Xixi's smile blossomed like a flower, her cherry lips curved in a mocking arc.
Her demeanor was exactly like Song Weiyang! The man's eyes, hidden behind the mask, showed a trace of sorrow.
Back then, she had this same expression, coldly rejecting him.
But after all these years, she still remained as the moonlight in his heart, the cinnabar mole, such that he couldn't forget, which led him to think of destroying her daughter.
Years of plotting, with every step fraught with danger, all for today.
