"What makes you think you have the right to die with her?"
Pei Yansi sneered, his Dagger slowly moving forward and inch by inch piercing into Shen Jiangli's flesh.
Intense pain began to radiate.
Shen Jiangli's face grew increasingly pale.
Amid the swirling snow, his figure became blurred. Shen Heyu struggled under his grip around her neck, breathing becoming labored, her eyes sore from being kept open so long in the whipping wind.
Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with tears that shimmered, blurring her vision, unable to clearly see her surroundings. She could only hear their voices echoing by her ears, almost unreal.
Breathing became harder and harder, she felt like she was about to die.
Shen Jiangli, grimacing with pain, still didn't let go of Shen Heyu. He said coolly, "Try it, and if you don't let go, I'll push her off."
"Try it."
