But in the instant he lowered his eyelids, he shook his head at Ye Che, and then, his vision darkened, and he fainted again.
Although Xia Weiyi didn't say anything, Ye Che knew she wanted him to let them go...
So, he clenched his fist tightly and then tossed the silver spear aside.
"Mr. Ye, they..." Huoda began to ask.
"Dump Xu Ziqing on the wild mountain behind us; if she survives, it's her good fortune—if she dies, she deserves it!" Holding Xia Weiyi, the murderous intent emanating from the depths of Ye Che's eyes made even Wen Qiyang involuntarily shudder.
Huoda gasped... Dump her on the back mountain?
Ye Che didn't kill Xu Ziqing with his own hands, but he intended to leave her to fend for herself—to die without a place to be buried!
Despite his cold-blooded ruthlessness, Ye Che's arms around Xia Weiyi were trembling, clearly revealing his tension and heartache.
