Qiao Xia might really have been terrified.
If she hadn't followed her today, that knife would have stabbed into her body.
Thinking of this possibility, Mu Liang's head roared, and he felt an urge to turn around and twist off Li Hui's head.
"Mu Liang, why are you here?" Qiao Xia asked.
She looked at him quietly, the afternoon sun falling on his cold, isolated face, as if casting shadows of chaos and confusion, all of which turned into a mixture of anger and disguise, "I came here to ask you for a divorce, who knew I'd come across this scene, such bad luck!"
Blood dripped drop by drop onto the yellow earth, a dark red expanse.
Just like her heart, also dripping blood.
The invisible wounds were already mangled and festering.
"Oh, you came to ask me for a divorce." She gave a bitter laugh, "You really have had a tough time."
