His eyes were clear and sharp; every word he spoke fell freshly upon her ears.
The cold, stern aura lingered in the air.
Tang Si's chest was heavy with a foreboding feeling; he already harbored dangerous thoughts.
If Song Yi stayed here any longer, he wasn't sure what he might do to her.
Song Yi took a deep breath, her heart clenched, unsure what she was feeling.
The door closed with a "click."
"Cough—" As the door shut, he began to cough.
Suddenly coughing up what had been building in his chest, he covered his mouth with his hand and saw a pool of bright red blood.
Tang Si leaned against the sofa, looking up at the ceiling.
The medicine took effect, and the violent emotions in his heart slowly faded away.
Once these things disappeared, he had to start considering the issue of exchanging hostages.
These matters weighed on him, forcing him to think.
Every time he thought about them, some emotions could not be suppressed.
