Chapter 838: Chapter 93: Tang Yige, Come Kill Me! (Part 2)

Si Nan’s eyes suddenly narrowed, his body also tensed up, staring closely at her.

Tang Yige bent halfway down, rubbing the sofa and the long table in front of it with each hand, slowly walking out.

Then she turned towards him, her hands brushing through the air, inching closer to him.

Si Nan saw this.

The tensed body gradually relaxed, calmly watching Tang Yige walk toward him.

Though a short distance, Tang Yige took nearly two minutes to walk it.

With her keen hearing, Tang Yige could sense she was very close to Si Nan.

Indeed, very close.

Because at this moment, there’s merely a step between her and Si Nan lying on the bed.

Si Nan looked at her, his breathing remained steady.

Tang Yige slowly bent down, one hand cautiously reaching over.

When her hand touched the cold edge of the bed, Tang Yige’s delicate white fingers trembled slightly but didn’t retract.

She paused for a few seconds, then moved closer to the bed, turned sideways, and sat on the edge.

Si Nan calmly stared at her, just staring.

Didn’t even think about Tang Yige’s purpose for approaching him.

"Si Nan?"

Suddenly, Tang Yige called him softly.

Si Nan’s dark lashes fluttered slightly, but he didn’t make a sound.

Tang Yige seemed somewhat nervous, her already dry lips even dryer now.

She extended the tip of her tongue to lick her lower lip, her face turned towards Si Nan, lips pale and trembling, "Si Nan?"

Dark red surged in Si Nan’s eyes, the hand on the side of the bed involuntarily clenched tighter, still silent.

Tang Yige waited for a while, not hearing his voice.

She suddenly inhaled deeply, lifted a trembling hand, leaned over slowly, and grazed the blanket upwards.

On the side where Si Nan was breathing, she pinched the corner of the quilt.

Si Nan looked at Tang Yige, the red in his eyes growing darker and deeper.

Suddenly.

Tang Yige grabbed the blanket and pressed it hard onto Si Nan’s face, firmly grasping both sides to cover his face.

Si Nan’s hands clenched tight, yet he made no move to stop her, or anything else.

"Si Nan, go to hell, go to hell!"

Tang Yige muttered hoarsely, pressing harder with both hands on the blanket.

As if she really would suffocate Si Nan!

Beneath the blanket, Si Nan closed his eyes, moisture quickly slid down both corners, his hard Adam’s apple moved with difficulty, his tightly clenched fists pale but didn’t stop Yige.

Nearly ten minutes passed.

Only then did Tang Yige slowly release her hands.

Her whole body seemed like a piece of paper, sliding from the bed’s edge to the floor.

She stared blankly at her shapeless trembling hands, crimson liquid surged from her gauze-covered eyes, drop by drop crossing her pale cheek, trailing down her quivering chin, onto her pristine clothes.

She pressed for so long, he had no reaction, it must be, it must be...

Tang Yige, you’ve, you’ve killed!

You’ve killed the man you loved most in your life!

Tang Yige’s lips parted, but all sound stuck in her throat, pain almost splitting her throat, yet she couldn’t produce a sound.

Tang Yige, Tang Yige, you avenged your child, you killed your... most loved man!

Tang Yige trembly placed a hand on her chest, her equally pale fingers clutching her chest tightly.

Before meeting him, she never thought of vengeance.

Nor had she ever considered murder!

But while sitting on the sofa, listening to his steady, even breaths.

She suddenly couldn’t suppress her hatred!

He killed her child, brutally killed her child, how could he sleep so soundly?

Isn’t he guilty? Isn’t he afraid?

Isn’t he afraid the child will come to him in dreams for revenge!

How hateful and ruthless must Si Nan’s heart be to live normally after killing his own flesh and blood, daring to appear boldly before her?

Why him?

Why can he kill her child and still live freely, do whatever he wants to her?

Why when her child is dead, he can still live in this world, why?

That surge of hatred like a blazing fire burnt fiercely in Tang Yige’s mind.

Since he killed her child, why should she be lenient with him?

He should pay with his life for her child’s, he should die, die!

Under such intense hatred’s drive, Tang Yige seemed bewitched, she walked towards him.

At that time, she had only one thought, that was for him to die, to bury him with her child!