Relentless Pursuit

The third time Tan Jing tried to escape,

Han Yan caught her red-handed.

She wanted her freedom. He wanted her to pay with her life.

The man's hand tightened around her throat.

“Miss Tan, what have you done to feel so guilty that you're trying to run?”

“Han Yan, I had nothing to do with your brother's death!” Tan Jing said with difficulty.

“Do I have to slap the evidence right in your face?” The man's eyes were bloodshot. He looked ready to kill her at any moment.

“Fine, go ahead! I want to see whose face hurts more!”

Everyone suspected that the notorious playboy, the eldest young master of the Han family, had died in a woman's bed because his calculating fiancée had set him up.

Han Yan thought so too.

That's why he kept closing in on her, wishing he could grind her bones to dust.

When her family was destroyed and she had nowhere left to turn, she finally stood before him, battered and bruised, and stopped fighting.

“Han Yan, don't you want my life? Take it!”

Looking at the woman who had been tortured beyond recognition, he suddenly felt a pang of pity.

It turned out that people's hearts could change.

At first, I wanted your life.

But later, I wanted to give you mine.