Mu Yiliang seemed to suddenly awaken, meeting his ambiguous smile, her heart turning ice cold!
She frantically averted her gaze, forcing a smile, "I don't understand, what did Xin do that you would treat her like this?"
Yan Sijue let out a low laugh, tightening his grip around her waist, his gaze deep and obscure.
"You'll know in a few days."
Mu Yiliang bit her lip, staying silent because she saw that door not far away open.
Tousled-haired Xin was carried out, barely covered by a coat, her exposed shoulders and calves stained with blood, utterly disheveled.
Her whole body trembled, her gaze scattered, lips pale, as if she had become a puppet devoid of life force.
She was thrown like garbage in front of Yan Sijue and Mu Yiliang.
As she fell to the ground, she began to cough violently, then she barely lifted her head, seeing the aloof and emotionless Yan Sijue, she suddenly whimpered like a trapped beast!
