Gu Qiaoge stared intently at him and her eyes were misty.
"Lu Beichuan, this is between me and Yun Yimian. It has nothing to do with you and do not make me hate you!"
Lu Beichuan's eyes were a cold chill and a nameless emotion seemed to be building up inside. No one could tell what he was thinking.
After sometime, he said with a low voice, "Qiaoge, that is enough."
Gu Qiaoge felt a heart wrenching pain and her eyes reddened immediately. She felt a pulsing pain on her palm that slapped Yun Yimian hard as well.
"Lu Beichuan, she murdered my father and brother. She even wanted to bury me alive. Those were precious lives. Just because she acts piteously towards you and cries a little, you want me to let her go? How could you?!"