"Li… Li'er, you…" Li Moying felt shocked as he simply could not express his emotions in words!
He had never thought that Huang Yueli would ever say such a thing to him.
However, she stayed in his arms and her body was trembling slightly. Her intermittent voice broke out, "You… why did you use the art of Split Soul, that kind of… that kind of demonic arts? Heavenly thunder crashing down on your head… so… so it's so painful… I don't deserve this, I really don't deserve this… I didn't treat you well at all in my past life… sniff..sniff..sniff.."
She started to sob as she started speaking.
Li Moying originally wanted to hug her but he was already terrified. Now, he sensed his shirt being soaked by tears, he was even more flustered that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
