Chapter Seventeen is Over!

This is what they call love-hate; for the sake of survival, a husband and wife fought until they were battered and bloodied, eyes burning red, looking as if they couldn't wait to peel the skin off one another. Watching this scene, Li smiled—a smile that welled up naturally from the bottom of his heart.

Nine minutes later, this game of slaughter drew to a close. The final result: Qian Zilin was beaten to death. Lin Xinwan had seized the initiative early on, causing Qian Zilin to lose the fruits of victory. Lin Xinwan wore a crazed smile, panting as she held the still-dripping rubber baton; the blood on it belonged to both Qian Zilin and herself.

"Li, I killed Qian Zilin within ten minutes. That's enough, right? You can let me go now!" Lin Xinwan ran to Li, gesturing wildly as she spoke. She was a bit hysterical now; having fought her own husband to the death, only to realize she might survive, the sorrow in her heart had reached its peak, as had her exhilaration. Had Lin Xinwan not possessed such a cold nature, she might have gone insane on the spot. Even so, her mind was likely a blank slate. She was still bleeding from the head; to have suffered such a heavy blow and neither died nor fainted immediately was a testament to her extraordinary willpower, let alone her ability to scheme.

To destroy someone, one must first drive them mad. Lin Xinwan's heart was already shattered. In a single day, her parents, relatives, her future husband Qian Zilin, and his family had all perished. Such a blow was not something an ordinary person could endure, compounded by the fear of death, the despair of having no salvation, and the act of killing the person she had