"Forget her..."
Her voice grew quiet, laced with a barely perceptible plea.
"Isn't having me with you enough?"
BUZZ—
BUZZ—
In the silent room, apart from the breathing of the man and woman, the repetitive busy signal from the Transmission Token was especially jarring.
Shang Miaoyan's eyes narrowed. 'Ye Liyuan... You just won't go away, will you!'
She stared at the constantly flashing Transmission Token, her chest heaving violently. It was as if every vibration from the token was Ye Liyuan mocking her!
'You bitch! If you're the one causing Xiaohan so much pain, why do you keep pestering him?'
'Why... can't you just disappear completely?!'
Shang Miaoyan's fingers suddenly splayed open. A scorching light gathered in her palm, and the searing Spiritual Power made the very air around it twist and distort.
However, just as she was about to strike—
A long, strong hand suddenly clasped her wrist. The grip wasn't heavy, but it was impossible to resist.
"That's enough, Xiaoxuan."
