Ye Anqi said these words as if she had exhausted all her strength.
Ya Shitian's heart ached as if it were being cut with a knife, but his face remained cold.
He revealed a cold smile, "You're free to go if you can, just to see if you have the ability! If you have the ability to leave, I'll let you go, otherwise..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a needle was suddenly jabbed into his arm.
The sharp pain stunned him—
Ye Anqi's expression was numb, "You forced my hand."
Having said that, she pushed the medication into his arm.
Ya Shitian's body stiffened rapidly, like concrete hardening, and soon became rigid.
He looked deeply into Ye Anqi's eyes, which were as black as a black hole, terrifying and frightening.
Ye Anqi suddenly had the feeling of wanting to die.
Why... had it come to this...
She tilted her head back, not wanting him to see the tears shimmering in her eyes.
Once the tears had dried, she looked back at him again.
