Wen Yi frowned, held his breath, and glanced sideways at his hand resting on his shoulder, “Can you lighten it?”
He followed her gaze and looked at him, startled, and then relieved his strength in the next second, then retracted his hand, dropped back to his side, a pair of dark eyes staring at her deeply, his tone tired and helpless, “What do you want how about it?”
“What do I want, isn’t it always clear?”
The man’s body seemed to stand a bit straighter, appear taller, and colder, “Do you think I will no longer care about her life and death?”
Wen Yi didn’t speak, smiled and turned his face away.
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