Shen Lang forced her hand up, batting his face away as she sneered, "You don't need to worry about me. Since I dared to kill her, I was fully prepared to be annihilated."
Changfan's fingertips curled slightly before clenching into a tight fist, as if trying to grasp something. But in the end, he calmed himself. His eyes were as deep and dark as ink as he parted his lips to speak:
"I will not permit you to do anything foolish."
'There won't be a next time.'
She opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say the words aloud.
"I'm dying."
"Yes," he said, a faint pity in his eyes. Even his eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly. "You are dying. But soon after, you will live again."
'He didn't know why his beloved little disciple was so determined to see Liu Lianyi disgraced and ruined, so much so that she would risk her own life—like a moth to a flame—rather than trust him.'
