Everyone quietly watched the scene before them.
No one stopped it.
The elderly man, though in his seventies, had an unexpectedly strong grip, tightly choking He Yunxi's throat.
He Yunxi said nothing, only looking at the old man with a faint smile, not even struggling.
With so many people, he wouldn't be able to escape.
Perhaps, this was also a kind of release.
"Let's go!"
Leng Yebai instinctively stood in front of Bai Xiqin, blocking her view.
If those dark, bright eyes were to show sadness, it would pierce his heart with pain.
Bai Xiqin glanced deeply at the frenzied old man behind Leng Yebai, then slowly walked away.
When you witness such events often, you become numb.
But each time you see them, your heart is still touched.
The aftermath was something Bai Xiqin couldn't bear to see, it was Bai Zhengxuan who described it with a sorrowful face.
He Yunxi was ultimately strangled to death.
