Cheng Xu clutched at her abdomen, which had taken a severe blow from Jiang Ruan, virtually scattering her internal organs. If Jiang Ruan ever got serious, she would be no match for her.
Cheng Xu rose from the ground.
A pair of dark eyes stared at her hollowly.
"Give up," she said.
A harsh, hollow, and dissonant voice came from the girl.
Jiang Ruan slowly narrowed her eyes.
She wasn't mute?
"What do you mean?"
Jiang Ruan's eyes scanned the surroundings, ensuring that no one was near before she started talking.
Speaking was indeed difficult for Cheng Xu, as her tongue had been removed. Her voice was entirely dependent on the coordination of her throat and upper jaw, making it harsh and unclear.
Perhaps this is why she usually kept her mouth shut.
"Lou Xingyue's heart. He will never give it to you."
Cheng Xu's voice was different from normal people's, always slow and unclear. But Jiang Ruan understood her meaning.
