"Ho ho ho—"
Yang Miaomiao's neck was being strangled, she could only make a hoarse gasping sound, unable to speak properly.
She desperately wanted to speak, but An Mingji had no intention of listening to a word she said.
He wasn't oblivious to the look of longing for life in her eyes.
Under the watchful eyes of Allen and the others, his elegant hands, as delicate as jade, moved slightly.
A crisp sound echoed in the empty underground space.
Yang Miaomiao's eyes widened, and her head gently drooped.
A vibrant life withered away just like that.
Even so, An Mingji's hand remained firmly around her neck, still gripping tightly.
In the eerie almost surreal atmosphere, the heartbeat was exceptionally clear.
Whose rapid heartbeat was it?
An Mingji slowly lowered his eyes, staring at the area of his chest.
It turned out, it was his heartbeat that had quickened.
