The biting coldness penetrated along the skin of her neck. The hand holding her throat had clear joints, but it was trembling with sickly coldness and weakness.
But the strength is ruthless and deadly.
Su Qianqing's wedding dress was as red as blood, reflecting the dim candlelight like fireflies on the bedside.
She didn't scream, not even a trace of unnecessary struggle.
The feeling of suffocation came like a tide, the air in his lungs was squeezed out inch by inch, and rotating black spots began to appear in front of his eyes.
Just before her consciousness was about to be swallowed up by darkness, she bent her fingers and used her rounded nails to accurately dig into the inside of the wrist of the other person's hand that was holding her neck.
