The boy covered his neck with both hands, gasping for breath. He had indeed thought of death and even acted on it, thinking it would be over in an instant.
He wouldn't have to live in such a miserable state anymore.
Who would have thought, just moments ago, when someone was strangling him, he felt incredibly close to the god of death.
After recovering for quite a while, he looked up at the man in front of him. He was tall and handsome, with sharp jawlines and piercing black eyes. The boy couldn't help but backpedal, this man looked terrifying, "What do you want to do?"
"Nothing." Xiao Yu'an saw that he had appreciated the value of life and couldn't be bothered to lecture him.
He simply walked away.
Yet he heard the boy behind him shout hoarsely, "People like you have never experienced our pain, you're rich and handsome, surely you have crowds of girls around you, do you know how we live?"
