Jiang Zhaohe scoffed, running trembling fingers through her hair. She couldn't look at him.
For several seconds, her eyes darted everywhere except toward Xinyuan before she finally forced herself to meet his crimson gaze. Her eyes were already rimmed red.
"…Kill me." She let out a shaky breath. "That's why you're here, isn't it? So, kill me."
Xinyuan didn't answer.
Jiang Zhaohe's expression twisted. "Do it now!" she screamed. "I have nothing left, so just—"
"Stop." Xinyuan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Enough."
The irritation in his voice was somehow more frightening than anger.
Jiang Zhaohe frowned.
Xinyuan slowly lowered his hand. "I'm tired of hearing you speak."
The dark mist around him suddenly erupted and slammed into Jiang Zhaohe like a tidal wave, hurling her across the apartment. She crashed into the wall hard enough to shatter the concrete behind her.
