Xuanyuan Luo squatted down and clutched Shen Jingli's jaw tightly with his right hand. "So what if you don't love me? I can still get you. Do you think that Mo Ziyin can protect you? Humph! Do you want to see his miserable state now? Ah!"
As expected, Mo Ziyin had lost. He had lost himself, the entire Lan Yi Country, and his most beloved one. Shen Jingli burst into tears. All of this was due to her. She had caused Mo Ziyin to lose everything. She had caused him to give up his freedom and life. She had caused him to become a prisoner.
"No, don't do this to me. I beg you, let him go, I beg you." Shen Jingli fell to the ground, her jaw raised by Xuanyuan Luo. Her posture was ugly to the point of being ridiculous. She had already shed tears. Her dry eyes were even more dry in the sandstorm,
