The leather whip swung again, and the sound of crack, crack echoed endlessly through the empty living room.
However, the sound soon stopped, leaving behind only terrified sobbing.
Su Qiao hurriedly climbed over the wall and rushed inside. When she arrived, she saw that woman, Jiang Meng, lying crookedly on the sofa, her neck gripped tightly by Jiang Yihan. Her eyes had already begun to roll back.
She rushed over and wrapped both arms around Jiang Yihan's waist from behind. "Let go! Let go, quick! If you don't, I'll ignore you from now on."
"If you go to prison, I won't wait for you to get out. You can plan on staying single for the rest of your life."
That familiar scent, that familiar voice, and those threatening words finally brought Jiang Yihan back to his senses.
He released his grip almost instinctively and stared at Su Qiao in panic.
He... he didn't know what had happened to him just now, either. It was as if he had completely lost his mind.
"You... I..."
Su Qiao glanced at Jiang Meng, who was coughing as she crawled away, then held Jiang Yihan around the waist and patted his back soothingly. "It's all right now, it's all right. I'm here. Don't be afraid."
"It's nothing serious. That woman deserved it. She brought it on herself. It's not your fault."
"But we can't sacrifice our entire lives for someone like her, right?"
The boy buried his head in the crook of her neck. The tears he had forced himself to hold back finally slid down his cheeks as he choked out his grievance. "I... I was so scared."
In truth, fear had been weighing on his heart from beginning to end.
From start to finish, he had never believed that he could truly