"I swear..."
The air is nauseating.
Moxi squinted and looked at Yan Muchu who was elegantly folding his legs and sipping the red wine in his hand in a corner. His blood-stained lips opened and closed, and the heavy iron chain made a crackling sound. The hoarse voice reached the ears of Yan Muchu, who was smiling. Yan Muchu curved his lips and listened quietly, but his eyes gradually darkened.
"Okay, I'll wait."
When those cold eyes that were obviously mocking looked at him, Moxi once again felt the suffocating despair.
A suppressed laugh came from his dry throat, and the bangs on his forehead covered his eyes with sadness.
I was injured so many times because of you, and all I got was this outcome.
I admit it.