The ruthlessness and viciousness in Ji Yan's eyes gradually faded. He leaned closer to Shen Hanxing and kissed her wound through the down jacket. He said, "But I came too late so you got injured, my wife."
"This is not your fault," Shen Hanxing said as she shook her head.
"No, your injuries are my fault." Ji Yan lowered his eyes and did not care about the blood and dirt on Shen Hanxing's body. He kissed the hideous wound on her arm. He somberly said, "Those who hurt my wife will have to pay the price." The darkness in his eyes darkened even further. It seemed as though the bloodthirstiness in his gaze could not disperse, and his body was filled with cold killing intent.
The others felt a chill when they saw this Ji Yan, but Shen Hanxing felt her heart burn and soften. By the time the police car arrived, those gangsters had already been caught, and even Cheng Liu had been caught red-handed.
