"I'm not Xiangtai, I'm Pei Ren."
Xinglan felt every organ being tightly clenched, pulling so hard it hurt to breathe, as he kissed her eyes, "Please don't cry, okay?"
Whenever she cried, he ached.
"Xinglan," she clutched his clothes, her grip tight, "I want Chen Qingshan and Pei Kang to pay with their lives."
She had never hated anyone before, never hated anyone so intensely.
Lu Xinglan carefully embraced her, "Okay, they will pay with their lives."
She kept crying, and he, not knowing how to comfort her, could only helplessly kiss away her tears.
The night was boundless, the winter wind was biting.
