Chen Xuan’s other hand clamped down on Han Xun’s slender neck, causing the swordswoman to feel an instant, suffocating sense of distress.
Han Xun was filled with regret. She regretted being so naive as to believe that Chen Xuan was not as heinous as the rumors suggested, or that he was someone who could be reasoned with. Instead, she had delivered her own life into the hands of this arch-villain.
The terrifying proximity of death made Han Xun bite her lip tightly. She was not afraid of dying; she was afraid of dying in such a humiliating way.
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