"It hurts so much, please let me go." At this moment, An Tian no longer had the pride she once had as a princess, and was like a humble beggar, pitifully begging this man.
"Oh, you still dare to make a request." The man's voice was mellow and low, with an indifference as cold as ice. It deeply hurts the woman's heart.
The objects in An Tian's eyes gradually blurred, the severe pain was slowly disappearing, but his body became lighter and lighter. Instead of falling, it was floating upward... A fear of imminent death still arose.
Yan Jinxiao, I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
