Chapter 145. The Dying Hope

Her hand tightly grasped her shirt as she stared with utter fear on her face.

Her face paled.

No.

It turned white.

Or even worse.

It turned to a strange shade of purple.

She wasn't breathing either.

And the only thing she could hear was her heart palpitating like a drum in her ears, wildly.

Her voice suddenly got lost with the tendency of heaving in a breath.

She began to whimper, "nhi...wo...nhi," she muttered incoherently.

(No...it's not that)

"Agree or disagree?"

"Ag--agree,"

She saw a frown forming between his brows, and it was then that she began to pray inwardly that he would believe her.

That is what he had transformed her into; a woman who was nonchalant about anything a person contains, to an unrecognizable porcelain being she had become today.

A tear was already on its way to fall from her eye. She was so close to crying, and she was aware that if she cried, given how s