An Ning looked at Lin Zichan's red eyes, her cold voice laced with violence, yet holding back desperately, her voice seemed to tremble.
Probably driven by anger.
"Have I not been chosen by you?" An Ning retorted.
Word by word, her voice was clear and long.
It lingered in Lin Zichan's ears.
Have I not been chosen by you?!
Have I?!
"Time and time again." An Ning looked coldly at Lin Zichan's collapse.
Watching his stern face gradually fall apart.
"So you are taking revenge on me?" Lin Zichan asked her.
Eyes filled with blood, tears overflowing.
"No." An Ning answered.
No?!
Lin Zichan seemed to smile.
He laughed lightly, his eyes slightly curved, and tears overflowed.
"I just explained, this is the best choice."
"Best…"
"Using you alone to exchange for the peace of the world and the safety of those around us is worth it," An Ning articulated.
And spoke, coldly.
Lin Zichan laughed.
Really laughed.
Laughing in anger.
