Mo Zixiang bit her lower lip tightly, withdrew her hand forcefully, and sneered.
"Yi Yanfeng! You also have a day like this! It's incredible! I really want to know... how far will you go for a woman?"
"You're crazy!"
"I'm crazy! Because you...you forced me!!"
"In that case, why target her!"
"The way you care about others is really eye-opening! Don't you think I can get even more revenge on you by torturing her?"
"Madman." Yi Yanfeng said calmly.
"If she dies, will you go crazy?" She asked Yi Yanfeng with a sad smile.
Yi Yanfeng glanced at her with cold eyes. "You'd better calm down."
"Feng... I lost you... How can you tell me to calm down?! Can you? Feng... she dies, what will happen to you?"
Yi Yanfeng held Lan Nuoyin's cold hand tightly. It turned out that his heart still hurt, and it still hurt so much! The pain was endless!
"Going crazy!"
Three short words, but Lan Nuyin instantly burst into tears!
Her heart hurt so much.
Tears, just because of his three words... "I will go crazy."
"I really want to see what Yi Yanfeng looks like when he goes crazy."
"You will regret it..."
"Is that so? The worst result... is that she and I die together. But I won't regret it... Feng, you are the only reason for me to live in this world."
"Stop talking..." Lan Nuoyin forced herself to interrupt Mo Zixiang's words. The tearing pain tortured her most fragile nerves and made her almost collapse. "Mo Zixiang..."
Lan Nuyin took a breath of cold air and continued, "Don't you...don't want...Feng...to be happy?"
"Yin'er...I'm sorry."
"No..." Lan Nuyin shook his head and said only one word.
Yi Yanfeng loves to say sorry.
"Happiness?" He glanced at Yi Yanfeng. His smile was filled with despair. "Isn't he happy when he is with me?"
"Is he happy?" Lan Nuyin asked.
"What about me?"
Sigh... What should she say to make Mo Zixiang understand that seeing the person she loves happy is the greatest happiness?
"You will never understand my pain!"
"sorry……"
"I'm sorry, it's okay? Haha... Why does everyone have to say sorry to me!" She sneered.
Mo Zixiang slowly stood up and looked at the two people in front of her who looked like a couple of gods. Despair, hatred, sadness, and pain surrounded her whole body.
"Lan Nuyin, let's die together." As soon as she finished speaking, a pistol appeared in her hand, she quickly pointed it at Lan Nuyin and was about to pull the trigger.
Yi Yanfeng's face darkened, and he grabbed the pistol faster than Mo Zixiang. "Mo Zixiang!"