Ye Anqi clenched her fist, her palm full of sweat.
Ya Shitian was forceful, his eyes cold and devoid of any emotion.
Ye Anqi's lips were trembling.
The unconscious Timothy frowned in discomfort...
Sin was unfolding, death was closing in on them.
Yes, if Timothy died, Ya Shitian would also die.
She would die too...
Ye Anqi propped herself up, "Enough, I'll go with you."
The man committing the sin seemed not to hear.
Ye Anqi rushed forward to push him away, "I'll go with you, Ya Shitian, I don't want anything else, I'll go with you!"
"No need." Ya Shitian refused.
Ye Anqi was taken aback for a moment, "I'm serious, I'll go with you."
Ya Shitian shook his head, "You stay, you were right, I'm too selfish. I shouldn't have forced you like this. Following me brings you no benefit, I'll leave by myself. But before that, I must kill Timothy!"
Only when Timothy was dead, no one would take Ye Anqi away.
Ya Shitian continued his killing spree...
