Xia Ziluan never imagined they wouldn’t even have a chance to fight. Her husband and childhood sweetheart who had been with her for more than forty years had been taken from her in an instant. His final look of confusion, pain, and struggle pierced her heart. Her expression ugly, she let out an earthshaking scream, blood and tears pouring from her eyes. After death, Gu Yunge’s body floated in the starry sky. The man died with a grievance remaining.

"You’re annoying. Who doesn't have relatives? So you’re allowed to kill me, but I’m not allowed to kill you?” Tianming asked coldly. He had come to a realization: weakness was a sin. Weaklings didn’t deserve dignity or feelings.

Xia Ziluan’s shock and grief meant that she had never even stopped to consider that the two of them might die. All she had thought about was killing Tianming. Those who were used to looking down on others and being in control of the situation would think this way.

"You’re very lucky you won't have to taste the pain of losing your husband for long, because you’ll be joining him soon!...