In response to her agitation, Xia Meng remained silent.
That face, corroded by years, was filled with an air of carefree disdain.
"Speak!" Xia Li took a deep breath, "Why aren't you speaking?"
"There's nothing worth saying." Xia Meng sneered, "Fine, consider yourself right. Although my goal wasn't fully achieved, at least half of it is. At least, before I die, I got to see this man once. I'm not afraid of death anyway. Could you really... kill me?"
The calmness on Xia Li's face was finally shattered by her cold and heartless words, "Fine, fine!"
She took a few steps back and finally ran out.
Xia Meng stood with her back turned, arms crossed.
Her fingers were tightly gripping her own arm, and there was no change at all on her inhuman face.
After a long silence behind her, Xie Liancheng looked at her thin yet stubborn back, stared for a long time, and narrowed his eyes.
