Xie Wanqing remained silent for a moment, vaguely understanding something.
In any case, those people wouldn't meet a good end.
A man who at fourteen commanded troops and at sixteen went to the battlefield, accustomed to bloodshed, his methods of revenge in a state of madness would be fiercer than she could imagine.
The truth of the past life he revealed in such a short time made Xie Wanqing's mind experience a series of disturbances, leaving her somewhat dazed, unsure of what to say for a moment.
The room fell into silence.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the night outside had completely darkened. Xie Wanqing pressed her lips together, about to take her leave, when she heard the man's slightly hoarse voice before her.
"Wanwan," his lips moved twice, opening with difficulty, "will you part ways with him? I can't live without you."
