But at this moment, Fei Yan was sitting on a chair. Although his face was covered with bandages and his eyes could not see anything, Jun Wu Xie knew what he was waiting for.
"Is he dead?" Fei Yan asked with his hoarse voice. His throat was also damaged because of the poisoning. That crisp voice no longer existed, his voice now was hoarse, like dead leaves rubbing on paper.
"Mn." Jun Wu Xie answered gently.
Fei Yan did not move. His hands were holding tightly onto something.
Qiao Chu, who was at the side, bit his lip and his eyes had already turned red.
"I just hate that I can't take revenge for Little Ruo with my own hands." Fei Yan said with his muscles strained.
Jun Wu Xie looked at Jun Wu Yao at this moment. After Jun Wu Yao nodded slightly, she took a step forward. She walked to Fei Yan and pulled up Fei Yan's hand. Fei Yan's hand was holding a jade pendant that Rong Ruo used to hang on her waist.
