Xiyan crossed her arms, "Why should I save someone who, just a second ago, wanted me dead?"
Her breathing growing weaker, Xia Shiyi felt a sense of despair. The fear of death forced her to bow her head to Xiyan, "Please... I'm begging you... for the sake of my father... give me another chance..."
How ridiculous, does she still have the nerve to mention her father now?
"I've let you go time and time again because of your father, but this time, you've actually gone mad enough to harm a child. Do you deserve another chance?!"
Not to mention Xia's father, even if a deity descended, they wouldn't be able to save her now!
Xia Shiyi had been struggling, but gradually, her body lost all its strength...
Xiyan glanced at Xia Shiyi, who lay motionless, and quickly ran forward. Instinctively, she clung to Ou Jue's arm, hiding behind him and weakly speaking, "She—she's not really stopped breathing, has she?"
Ou Jue turned his eyes to look at Xiyan's small hand on his arm.
