"No need to ask anymore, this bastard is the one who killed Jian You, driving Jian You's mother insane. She was sent to a mental hospital, then out of fear, she ran away!"
Ye Nuanxi's words failed to pull Han Kekou back from her out-of-control state. Clutching a pillow, her hits grew even more forceful, each blow heavier than the last. Her face was twisted in desperate ferocity, unrecognizable from the usual laughing Han Kekou—she had transformed into a vengeful warrior. At that moment, if she could have found a knife, she would not have been smashing with a pillow but stabbing with relentless thrusts. Only then did Ye Nuanxi understand how significant the woman named Jian You was to Han Kekou, and she subconsciously tried to extricate herself from Huo Beichen's embrace...
But the man, as if knowing what she was trying to do, held her even tighter before she could move an inch, and in the next moment, a deep and gentle voice resounded in her ear, "Don't move!"
"But Keke, she..."
