"Second Brother, you know I can't just stand by and watch Li Tianyao take risks!"
An Yan said, staring fixedly into An Duxuan's eyes, "If you don't want me to live with guilt for the rest of my life, then don't stop me."
An Duxuan was rendered speechless by her words.
"Do you love him that much?"
"Yes!"
An Yan nodded without hesitation.
She loved him. In her finite life, she wanted to give him infinite love, so that in the long years to come, he would have someone to remember.
**
Everything before him was a vast white.
Within the white, two black figures kept provoking him.
He thrust out his palm, aiming for a killing blow, but after several scuffles, they slipped away like greased eels.
Li Tianyao grew more and more frustrated.
As his technique fell into disarray, he sustained many injuries.
Of course, he didn't care about them; no matter how many wounds he had, they were merely a slight pain for a few minutes.
He just kept attacking out of instinct.
