Long Yinghua crossed her hands, blocking Yan Nanxun's heavy punch; she felt the bones in her arms trembling, and the floor tiles beneath her feet shattered under the force.
"Nanxun, do you really want to kill me?" Long Yinghua countered.
In Yan Nanxun's pitch-black pupils, not a sliver of light could be seen; "Killing you would set me free."
She let out a laugh, "Do you truly wish for such liberation? There are too many ties that bind you."
Long Yinghua's words, despite their lightness, caused Yan Nanxun's eyes to widen abruptly, a tide of anger sweeping over his entire body.
Indeed, he was bound by too many ties—his family, his lover. For their sake, he could not bring himself to abandon everything and achieve complete release!
All he could do was suffer in silence; no one knew what he had been through, for those things, those feelings could not be shared with others.
Resentment, loathing, nausea, hatred—all the emotions that had built up in his heart now erupted!
