Wen Ran held Qiu Shui's hand with increasing strength, suppressing her emotions that were about to erupt, "Ye Sui, Qiu Shui is also a child you raised."
Ye Sui's expression suddenly seemed to soften considerably, "So in the end, I kept her in a dream, where she wouldn't feel pain or sadness."
In his words, this memory, which forced everyone to follow along, seemed to become his pity for Qiu Shui.
Wen Ran finally couldn't hold back, "You deserve to die!"
The originally languid young man suddenly tightened his grip on the knife, its blade gleaming with cold light, revealing danger.
Shen Wu stared at the man in green with his dark eyes, "Ranran is right, you deserve to die."
Ye Sui was ready to face the attack, yet he had the leisure to mockingly laugh, "So, are you her pet dog then? Listening to her so obediently?"
Unfortunately, Ye Sui miscalculated, as these words couldn't anger Shen Wu, since in Shen Wu's eyes, being called Wen Ran's dog was not a bad thing at all.
