Yao Yao struggled faintly, her being filled with a suffocating sensation, her strength gradually failing her, her complexion turning red as she looked weakly at Tang Yan.
His eyes brimmed with hatred, intent on killing her, not jesting, and in that moment, her heart plummeted to rock bottom.
Ever since she was a child, getting what she wanted was a matter of mere words, but facing Tang Yan, she felt defeated for the first time, and only now did she realize that it was useless to cling to the unattainable, or else she would only end up hurting herself.
Tang Ningya rushed over to stop him, but Tang Yan's grip was like a vise around Yao Yao, showing no sign of loosening. He truly wanted her dead, without a shred of mercy.
When Yao Yao was about to take her last breath, Tang Yan finally released his hold, causing her to collapse on the ground, gasping for breath, with a metallic taste of blood in her throat, uncontrollably retching, far from the image of a lady of privilege.
