"If he dares to come, I dare to kill him." Qiao Xiaomai's expression instantly turned cold, and her gaze grew menacing.
"Wake up, stop dreaming nonsense. He knows martial arts; even if you have immense strength, you won't be able to kill him," Bei Yun reminded her.
"He can't always remain on guard, can he? I'll find my opportunity eventually," Qiao Xiaomai said bitterly.
"If you kill him, it won't do you any good. You might end up dead too," Bei Yun replied.
"Then let me die. Living is already unbearable." Qiao Xiaomai glared at him, "Rather than being your prisoner, I'd prefer death."
"What about Tong Sanlang? Can you bear to leave him?"
"I can't... But as you said, he's never truly placed me first." A tormented expression appeared on Qiao Xiaomai's face, one she couldn't control. "If I die like this, he's bound to regret it, isn't he?"
