Her voice was intermittent, and by the end, she couldn't utter a complete syllable.
Her vision was blurry, but the man's eyes broke through the fog; she saw shock and anger in those dark eyes, along with unbearable pain and regret.
Shen Weiyi was clearly hovering near the boundary of death, yet her lips still curved into a smile.
Lu Huai'an, I'll be waiting for you in hell.
Just as she thought she was really going to die, the force on her neck abruptly withdrew, fresh air rushed into her lungs, pulling her back from the brink of death to the real world.
Shen Weiyi coughed continuously. In her daze, she seemed to hear a voice as dark as if it came from hell.
"You're quite skilled, capable of manipulating all of us, hiding it for so many years without showing a single sign of weakness."
The source of evil had already passed six years.
Time unknown, Shen Weiyi's severe coughing finally stopped, her breathing was heavy, "Maybe… maybe my acting skills are just too good."
