Li Ruoxiang stepped forward now, yet for a moment, she was speechless. Only after a while did she gather up her beautiful hair, gaze quietly at Yang Chen, and part her red lips. "Yang Chen, what exactly is this beast tide at the border you spoke of?"
She had spent all these years in the dungeon and naturally knew nothing of affairs outside.
But Yang Chen was different. He told Li Ruoxiang everything, and upon hearing about the demonic beasts, her pupils contracted as her eyes widened. "I never expected so many things to have happened over the years. The demonic beasts have actually run rampant to such an extent."
"Yes. War could break out at any moment now, so I'll spare Zhu Hailong's dog life for the time being." Yang Chen spoke coldly, expressionless.
"Yang Chen, tell me the truth. If it weren't for the demonic beasts pressing at the border, would you really have killed him?" Li Ruoxiang asked doubtfully.
"I would have," Yang Chen said.
"Why?" Li Ruoxiang asked.
Yang Chen could not help but feel puzzled.
Women truly were strange. The reason was already obvious, so why was Li Ruoxiang still asking?
He was not someone who beat around the bush. Straight was straight, crooked was crooked; he would never bend the truth. Thus, he said, "Because he humiliated you. You and I have known each other for so many years—why wouldn't I stand up for you? I can find no reason not to."
Upon hearing this, Li Ruoxiang's delicate body trembled. Sometimes, even when one already knew the reason, one still preferred to hear it spoken aloud.
Those words were undoubtedly like a spring breeze brushing across her heart, stirring waves within it that could not settle.
"Thank you," Li Ruoxiang said gently.
"It's nothing.