The suffocating feeling that tightened his throat was still burning in his lungs, and the cold touch spread down his neck to his limbs. Yin An could clearly feel that life was passing by little by little. The last thing that was fixed in front of his eyes was Huo Zhenting's face with a ferocious smile, and the poisonous words coming out of his mouth: "Those who don't know how to appreciate others and dare to go against me will deserve their death."
