"Stretching your hand so far, cut it off."
The man shrouded in black was like the Demon King in the night. Outside the window behind him, the orange-red sunset descended.
He stood against the light, the golden rays outlining a blood-red hue on his black sweater.
This man seemed to be melting into the burning purgatory.
On the desk before him lay a delicately decorated dagger, and Long Xingkui wasn't sure if it was prepared for her specifically.
However, she opened her mouth, as if trying to pull out her heart for Long Xiliang to see:
"Brother Xiliang, Helian Shan isn't worthy of being your fiancée at all! I can't tolerate an idiot woman being engaged to you! She is unworthy!
I'm afraid you'll touch her, so I must ruin her! I'm doing this all because I love you deeply!"
Her voice was full of emotion, her soft tone even moved Long Xingkui.
She had also lost her purity, and she had sacrificed so much, all for Long Xiliang!
Long Xingkui was touched by herself.
