"Yin Qianmo!"

The furious roar rolled through her ears like thunder, and the air seemed to be on fire.

The atmosphere suddenly solidified.

The woman shook her head desperately, "It's not what you see... I didn't..." She wanted to explain, but couldn't.

I don't know when the holy face was filled with tears.

There is a dazzling moon embedded between the eyebrows, looming under the cover of hair, glowing with sad blue light, tilted at 45°.

The silver-white curly hair exudes blue light and hangs down to the waist, fluttering in the wind. The eyelashes are thick, but they are already wet. The deep and quiet sea blue/eyes are like moonlight, clear and smart.

The gauze-like thin clothes danced wildly in the wind, and the air was turbid, but she was still pure, like a fairy emerging from the mud but unsullied.

How hard it is to imagine that such a pure and innocent woman could be cruel and ruthless.

"Explanation?! Ha~ I saw it with my own eyes, what else do you have to explain?" To put it bluntly, the person he loved the most betrayed him. Even he himself found it funny. She was indeed the most venomous woman.

Anger controlled his rationality. He should no longer be fooled by her 'sweet words'.

Perhaps, only by killing her can he calm down the hatred in his heart.

He grabbed the woman's neck with his hands, but he couldn't exert any strength.

The four eyes looked at each other, her eyes were long and soul-stirring.

His burly but nearly collapsed body was reflected in the bright water eyes.

Even he himself didn't notice that his body was trembling slightly at this moment.

Facing her, he was really powerless, and all his courage was in vain.

The hand gradually left the woman's neck and dropped, feeling as if a knife was in her heart.

Suddenly she realized that she was so incompetent. If he was soft-hearted again, she would die in the hands of others and never be reincarnated.

If he doesn't want her, even if she dies, he has to kill her with his own hands! Even if she dies, he will lock her next to her!

The man showed no mercy and grabbed the woman's white neck tightly. His sharp nails dug into the woman's neck, which was breakable by bullets, and he violently pierced the woman's blood vessels.

Accompanied by a suffocating sound of pain, blood splattered everywhere, and the conspicuous red color stained the man's big hand and flowed down his arm.

The woman sneered, even though the pain in her body penetrated deep into her bones, it was far less than the pain in her heart.

Looking at the man in front of her who had made a lifelong vow to her, she had no other choice but to be helpless.

She doesn't hate him, she only blames herself for being too infatuated.

She doesn't fight back because she owes him.

Since ancient times, beauties have brought disaster. Maybe she really deserves to die!

Even if she could die at his hands, she still had no regrets.

The woman closed her eyes in despair, letting tears slide silently down her cheeks. She bit her lip tightly and stopped explaining too much.

Blood flowed out of the woman's body bit by bit. The man's heart was pounding and his right hand was trembling slightly.

Looking at the increasingly frail woman in front of him, he felt more than hatred, sadness and anger. He treated her better than he treated himself, but his sincerity was exchanged for her betrayal.

What should he do to make him forget her?

What should he do so that he doesn't hate her?

What should he do so that he can return to the beginning?

No matter how much love there was, it all turned into resentment at this moment.

He loved her to the extreme and hated her to the extreme.
Chapter completed!