“Who did this to you? I’ll kill them myself, you know, if you die. Whose hand would you die at, beside my own?”
The sense of the room is fading from Liu Qingge’s awareness; Luo Binghe’s hand has moved closer to his mouth.
“Tell me yes,” Luo Binghe murmurs, voice deathly soft.
With the last energy in his body, Liu Qingge just manages to part his lips.
