Kong Ningshuang's expression shifted slightly; Ye Qingfeng had indeed struck at her earlier without the slightest hesitation.
"You don't understand, there's a reason for all of this. He attacked me because he wanted me to leave, and besides, his heart is filled with endless grief." Kong Ningshuang shook her head.
She knew it was Shui Yiyi's death that had turned Ye Qingfeng into this.
This cold, harsh man was bearing an immense grief, and only then did that heaven-shaking fury erupt, needing to burn, needing to be unleashed!
"I don't care what happened to him. He killed Ancient, so I will avenge Ancient!" Ge Min's features were firm, the flames of rage flickering in his eyes. "Ancient treated me like family. If I can't avenge him, I'm not fit to be human!"
"He's not dead at all. Look carefully—his chest is still moving, his breathing still has rhythm. He's only wounded. You can see all that for yourself; I don't need to teach you, do I?"
Kong Ningshuang said bluntly.
