Gao Sichun looked at Yang Fei as if staring at a dead man. In her heart, she truly wished Yang Fei would just die already.
Only then could she, Gao Sichun, truly say goodbye to her past.
Otherwise, Yang Fei's sporadic appearances would involuntarily remind her of the days they had spent together.
Those days for Gao Sichun were nothing but a humiliation, memories she wished never to recall for the rest of her life.
As long as Yang Fei died, she would be completely liberated.
How wonderful, she hoped he had already died and been reborn!
Three guards approached like the wind, swiftly nearing Yang Fei.
Seeing their strong presence, Yang Fei mustered up the courage to resist, but his face still turned pale from the intense pressure.
At this moment, the three men's attack was about to hit him, and Yang Fei's heart was filled with despair.
Am I going to die, just like that, beaten to death?
It was unbearable. He had so many things left to do.