In the last moments before she passed out, Jian Si used all her strength to painfully utter three words.
"Ah Che..."
The familiar address stunned Ji Mingche completely, clearing the dark fog in his eyes little by little, allowing a sliver of dawn to slowly illuminate his vision.
Sensing something, he looked down.
Upon seeing that Jian Si had almost died at his hands, he was horrified and immediately let go of his hands, foolishly staring at them, unable to believe that he had almost strangled the woman he loved most.
The pressure around her neck suddenly loosened.
Air flooded into her nostrils, filling her lungs, the discomfort causing Jian Si to cough painfully.
She coughed and cried at the same time.
Only then did Ji Mingche realize that Jian Si had not only nearly been strangled by him, but her face was also a mess of blue and purple bruises, many spots were broken skin, with blood all over her face.
All of these were left by him.