Chapter 88: More Guilty Than Death_1

Ye Che found it laughable when he thought about it, his heart filled with bitter self-mockery. She actually saw him, and his feelings for her, in such a trivial light.

"Xia Weiyi, I really wish I could strangle you to death!" Ye Che squeezed Xia Weiyi's neck, her skin so delicate and tender, that with a bit of force from his wrist, a red mark instantly appeared on her pale neck.

Because of sadness and suffocation, Xia Weiyi's small mouth was slightly agape, her exquisite face gradually turning pale. Tears began to well in her lively eyes, blurring her vision, making her look like a pitiable little lamb at the mercy of others.

The rage in Ye Che's eyes was mostly extinguished by her miserable state. He clenched his fist before gradually letting go and flung her to the side.

Xia Weiyi lay on the ground, coughing incessantly, tears of distress escaping her eyes.