Taking just one step, he heard Shasha's voice from behind, somewhat hysterical: "Xia Weiyi, always Xia Weiyi... Have you not suffered enough for her? Do you need to lose your life before you give up?"
Xu Zhiye paused for a moment. He didn't see the woman behind him, didn't see the desperation in the tear marks staining her face; he was silent for a moment, then left without saying a word.
..........
After dealing with these matters, Ye Che arrived at the address sent by Xu Ziqing, only to find it was a dilapidated warehouse.
The moment he pushed open the door, the two women who had been whispering to each other up until then, alerted by the noise, immediately stood on either side of Xia Weiyi, wielding the knives in their hands.
Xu Ziqing, perhaps due to extreme nervousness, had a tremble in her hand, and the sharp blade lightly nicked the skin on Xia Weiyi's neck, from her snow-white, delicate skin, a shockingly red bead of blood promptly oozed.
