Wen Zao didn't dare to think about it; the more he thought, the more his heart twisted in pain.
"Go back, Xixi..." Now, Wen Zao only hoped she could leave Italy; what he had to face next would be a hundred, a thousand times more dangerous than Adolf.
"Go back" – these three words had already surpassed everything he had to say.
Ye Xixi's tears, which lingered at the corners of her eyes, finally couldn't hold back and started dropping down, yet she pulled a mocking smile on her lips: "I go back, then you can unhesitatingly battle side by side with Han Luoqi through life and death? I go back, then you can be with her every day, singing the duet of husband and wife?"
