With every passing second, the condition of the Han Guoli was deteriorating. Though he was not that old in age, just in his late 50s yet seeing him in a pathetic state like this was doubling his age. His breathing was turning heavy and heavier to the point where his words were no more coming comprehensible to understanding. While cracks were also appearing on his trembling, making him look more paler and ghostly. Just a look at him like that and none would doubt that his death was nearing.
But even at his such condition, Li Xue did not bat an eye of compassion at him. "Confess your deeds and help me prove myself innocent." She demanded in one tone that was telling about her unbending nature at the situation.
