Chu Yue wanted nothing more than to run her through with a sword right then and there. She ignored Ye Qianning and waved to the man in black.
The black-clad man stepped forward and grabbed Sang Zhi by the scruff of his neck to pull them apart.
Crying, Sang Zhi hugged Ye Qianning even tighter.
The pressure on the wound on her chest was excruciating. "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."
At the sound, Sang Zhi instinctively loosened his grip, and he was yanked into the air.
Chu Yue drew a dagger.
"COUGH, COUGH... Sang Zhi, if you give her your eyes, I will never forgive you, not even in death! Do you hear me?" Ye Qianning's voice was laced with desperation.
Sang Zhi stared at her.
"Do you hear me? If you consider me a friend, you'll listen to me!" Ye Qianning then turned her gaze to Chu Yue. "Ugly monster, why don't you kill me if you have the guts?"
Chu Yue turned back, her one eye fixed on her, dark and menacing.
