"Then why did you do this?" Next to her, a man wearing a green bamboo robe sat.
He repeated what she said, his voice cold to the bone, making people feel chills in their chests.
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, just that figure, his temperament, and his low-alcohol voice flowed through his heart like an electric current.
People's minds can't help but be attracted, driven, and pulled by his voice.
The woman's hand grasped the edge of the chair so hard that faint veins were visible on the back of her fair hand.
"Let her go, let Li Ying go too!" The woman seemed to think for a long time before finally saying this.
"I understand Li Ying's temperament. If it weren't for her appearance, he might never be tempted by any woman in his life."
"I'm sorry for him, and letting him find his own happiness is the only thing I can do for him!"
"So," she said with pleading in her voice, "please, no matter how much resentment you have towards me, please point it at me, not Li Ying and the others!"
The body of the man in the green bamboo-colored robe remained motionless.
"You are really a good mother to Xi Jian Liying!" He smiled lowly, his tone full of endless sarcasm.
But the cold tone can instantly freeze a person's blood vessels.
"Since you have begged me like this, why can't I give you face?"
"But, are you confident that Xi Jian Liying can capture her heart?"
The woman seemed stunned. She really had no confidence in this.
Not only did she have no confidence, but Xijian Liying herself also had no confidence.
Otherwise, Feiyue would not come to beg her.
The man stood up coldly, flicked his sleeves, and looked directly at her face.
"If one of me and Xijian Liying must die, who will you choose to save?"
The woman grabbed his sleeve and her voice was full of sadness: "Why do you have to do this?"
"No matter which one of you is harmed, I don't want to see it."