Even if he died, he would remember the moment she flew over, and he would remember what she said-no! Zhao Xiaoxiong was already unconscious, and gasoline spilled on Xu Nuan, drenching her hair. Her crystal-like face, in such a dark night, is even more pitiful. However, Zhuang Yi, who was extremely angry, had probably forgotten the word pity. He took one look at Xu Nuan, sneered, and said, Good!...