He wanted to grab something, but he only caught a few hairs blowing in the wind.
He felt lost, as the afterglow of the setting sun shone all over him, reflecting his peerless elegance and the bloodstains all over his body.
It makes him look both handsome and handsome like a god, but also ferocious like a Rakshasa.
He stared blankly at her back.
Suddenly, he wanted to rush forward and hug her.
No matter what, he must make his feelings clear to her.
Some things, now that they are facts, must be faced.
If it is a wound, it must be opened and the pus squeezed out before it will heal.
He would never hide his despicability and shamelessness. Since he was unwilling to give up on this woman, he would not be afraid to expose everything he had to her.
Xi Jianliyinghuan clasped her hands and looked at the scene in front of her quietly.
Seeing that he was about to catch up, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Jun Wuhen, this is your retribution!" He said coldly and without courtesy.
"Really?" Jun Wuhen's eyes flashed with the usual coldness and confidence.
"If you don't want her to turn around and give you a second blow, you should leave here immediately!" Xi Jian Liying said sternly.
"What if I say no?" Jun Wuhen was equally tough, his eyebrows raised slightly.
"Then I will stop it!" A cold smile appeared on the corner of Xijian Liying's mouth.
"Brother, Qianxiao is my wife, my woman, for the rest of my life!"
"Perhaps, no matter what happened between you, I will never give her to you!"
"Moreover, you are seriously injured now, do you still have confidence that you can take her out of here?"
Xijian Liying smiled contemptuously.
That smile was like a knife cutting into Jun Wuhen's heart.
If Yanran is willing to leave with him, then he will try his best to take her away.
But now it seems that it is no longer necessary.
She already hated him to the core, and the knot in her heart could not be untied for the time being.