The instant Rong Xinghe's words escaped her lips, an eerie silence blanketed the rooftop, suffocating every guest present. It was as if time itself had frozen, recoiling from the weight of her declaration.
The Six Tigers clenched their fists, their eyes pressing shut, their chests rising and falling with ragged breaths.
This… this was their worst fear manifesting before them.
Once again, Xinguan's hearts breaking into irreparable fragments. Once again, the angel they would fight heaven and earth for—Rong Xinghe—was being consumed by the shadows of someone else's cruelty.
Xi Fang, Xi Wei, and Xi Ying's heads snapped up in unison, their eyes stretching wide, horror slicing through them like a blade. The fury they'd harbored toward their parents mere moments ago dissipated, replaced by a paralyzing terror.
Her words were not just a plea; they were a warning, a scream from the depths of her heart. The thought of Rong Xinghe and Xi Yuan being torn apart…
