Guisu's large palm landed on Baili Xia's delicate neck, his fingers tightening immediately, locking onto her throat tightly.
"Speak! Is she dead or alive? If she's alive, where is she?"
Guisu's gaze was icy cold, cold to the extreme: "If you dare to lie to me, I won't let you go!"
"She…" Baili Xia opened her mouth and took a deep breath, "She is alive…"
She was gambling, gambling on his moment of soft-heartedness.
Her stake was that he was a person who knew gratitude, as could be seen in his vengeful spirit toward Lu Xuening.
A grateful person could never be beyond redemption.
"Where exactly is he?" Guisu roared.
"I… don't know." Feeling the grip on her neck tighten, Baili Xia's fingertips trembled slightly.
But her gaze was firm.
"I don't know now… but I… I can try to find out her whereabouts… Guisu, let go, I… I can't breathe…"
In the past, how could Guisu have let go just because she said "I can't breathe"?
But, this girl had… shown him kindness at least.