"Can you be so cruel to me for the sake of Zhou Liu and Leng Yichen?"
"I never thought that one day I would die in your hands..."
He fell in a pool of blood, closed his eyes, and looked at her eyes with pain and despair.
That look made her chest feel tight and difficult to breathe.
Doesn't she hate him? Why does it hurt to see him injured? That feeling became stronger and stronger as he closed his eyes.
Her hands were covered with his blood, and her tears fell on him one after another.
He was shot twice and stabbed in the shoulder. Can he survive? Can he still live
She kept shaking her head and murmuring, "I can't die, you can't die, I don't want you to die..."
"Yan Xi, Yan Xi." Suddenly, a deep voice came to her ears. She opened her eyes suddenly and woke up from the nightmare.
There was a layer of sweat on his forehead.
With a pale face, she looked at the man sitting beside the bed, holding her little hand tightly, and asked with a tight throat, "Yichen, how is Qiao Yanli?"
Xia Yanxi had been in a coma for three days and three nights, and Leng Yichen stayed by her side. Unexpectedly, as soon as she woke up, she would ask about Qiao Yanli's situation.
Could it be that, after being hypnotized, she fell in love with Qiao Yanli again
"He's not dead yet, he's locked up in the basement by Madam."
After hearing the news that he was still alive, Xia Yanxi's tense heart relaxed slightly.
Lifting the quilt, she seemed to remember something and wanted to get up from the bed, but she had been unconscious for too long and felt weak as soon as her feet touched the ground.
Leng Yichen quickly supported Xia Yanxi. He took her into his arms, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, put his chin on top of her head, and said in a low voice, "Yan Xi, there is a grudge between Qiao Yanli and Madam , you'd better not mention him in front of Madam, otherwise Madam will be unhappy."
Xia Yanxi didn't expect that Leng Yichen would guess her thoughts. She really planned to go to her mother and ask her to let Qiao Yanli go. She felt that no matter how much hatred there was, Qiao Yanli would not really die—
In her opinion, being shot several times was already terrible. Moreover, she didn't know what kind of medicine her mother asked her to feed him.
Xia Yanxi pushed Leng Yichen away. She shook her head with red eyes, "Brother Yichen, I don't know what's wrong with me. There is a voice in my mind that keeps telling me that Qiao Yanli is the person I hate the most, but When I saw him dying, I felt really sad..."
When Leng Yichen heard Xia Yanxi's words, her deep eyes narrowed slightly, "Yan Xi, are you in love with him?"
"No, how could I be emotional towards him? I've probably never seen killings since I was a child, so the sight of him dripping with blood made me very confused, panicked and scared."
Leng Yichen gently patted her trembling back and comforted her in a low voice, "Don't be afraid. Between Qiao Yanli and Madam, I swear that only one can survive in this world. If he doesn't die, Madam will." You have to die, Yan Xi, can you bear to see my wife die?"
Of course Xia Yanxi didn't want to, but when she thought about Qiao Yanli's death, her chest felt equally uncomfortable.
…
In the basement.
The men opened the iron door for Zhou Liu, and she walked in with elegant steps.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air.
Looking at Qiao Yanli who was tied to ten racks and dying, a cold smile appeared on her lips.