No, it seems there's still one more thing—Yingying forgot about him and even takes him as an enemy.
Now hearing that he wants to save Jun Moyan, she even laughed.
"You, are you serious?" Wen Xiao'ai couldn't quite believe it.
"...Mm."
The man responded with a low sound from his throat.
"Why should I believe you?"
She couldn't tell whether this person was good or bad. What if saving someone was fake and harming them was real?
"In his current state, do I still need to harm him?"
The man looked at her, his eyes filled with despair, feeling a chill all over, from his body to his heart, even his soul seemed frozen.
It was unclear if it was because his emotions were too sorrowful and moving, or if those injured eyes were staring too intently at her, Wen Xiao'ai felt an indescribable sensation in her heart. Listening to each of his words was utterly discomforting.
It constantly felt like he was deeply aggrieved, making others feel sorry for him.
