She was not afraid of death, she felt no attachment to him or this world.
Nangong Yaoling suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of defeat.
In just an instant, he fell apart.
The pressure from his hand began to relax.
Xia Xiaonuan was released, and once she could breathe again, she clutched her throat, coughing desperately.
She couldn't understand why Nangong Yaoling suddenly showed mercy and let her go.
Wasn't he eager for her to die?
In his eyes, probably all women were just playthings in his palm!
Like pets, if they obediently pleased their master, he would give them everything.
If they dared to defy him, they deserved to die.
Nangong Yaoling's gaze at her was complex and deep.
"Xia Xiaonuan, do you think I would let you die so easily? In this world, death isn't the most terrifying thing, the most terrifying thing is living a life worse than death!"
Xia Xiaonuan stared wide-eyed at Nangong Yaoling.
