Bei Lingfeng felt that he couldn't answer.
And Shu Jiaojiao's tender poison assaulted him once again like a stormy wave:
"Lingfeng, will you take me in? Will you take me away from that nightmarish home?! Will you? Do you know? Now, aside from you, there is no one else who can save me... Lingfeng, I know you still haven't forgotten me, and neither have I. Otherwise, I would never have come to see you today! We were in love for seven years, seven years! How many seven years does a woman have to use?!"
As she spoke the last sentence, Shu Jiaojiao suddenly raised her head, locking eyes with Bei Lingfeng, and looked at him resolutely, not moving an inch.
Bei Lingfeng bowed his head and, with the dim light from a distant street lamp, gazed at Shu Jiaojiao.
At this moment, the margin between reality and illusion became incredibly blurred!
