If he could move at that time, he would have sliced her into a thousand pieces.
Luckily, in his past life, he personally took revenge.
But compared to the harm Qiaoqiao suffered, it was truly too merciful.
This lifetime, how should she die?
Qin Yize pondered seriously.
Lin Qinghuan gazed dazedly at Qin Yize lounging lazily in the chair. He was awake, which was a relief.
Today, his expression was somewhat odd, as if he was suppressing something. He did not look at her but focused on a point in the air, his cold demeanor as unattainable as ever.
Why wouldn't he look at her?
Perhaps she no longer looked good after being disfigured, and suddenly panicked, Lin Qinghuan reached to touch her face. Unfortunately, her hands were cuffed to the chair, and her ankles were shackled too. These were treatment for death row inmates, was she doomed to die?
