The scent drifted into Xia Qingqian's nostrils, making her want to vomit, but she couldn't.
"Since Beitang Yao doesn't care about you and didn't bring a billion yuan to ransom you, you have no need to live in this world." The kidnapper's cold voice echoed in Xia Qingqian's ears, then lit the lighter, "As soon as I loosen my hand, you'll go meet God with those rats..."
Xia Qingqian shook her head, unable to make any sound, only crying out, shouting desperately in her heart for someone to save her, anyone!
She didn't want to die this way, she didn't want to; if she were burned into a piece of charcoal and went to see God, would Qiao Zhenyu still recognize her? She didn't want to die like this, she didn't want to be scorched!
Beitang Yao, where are you? Will you come save me? Will you?
