Butong's heart, from pain to suffocation, feels like something is quietly passing away from her life, unable to hold or hold tightly.

"Butong, what do you want to do?" The man's dark eyes were fixed on the ring she had taken off, and the dark voice was tinged with a kind of moriran, "I won't let you take it off!"

Butong's hand on the side of his body slowly clenched, and then he closed his lips, turned around, and threw the ring in his hand.

"Butong!" The man roared out like a struggling trapped animal, "what are you doing!"

"Li Jingchen, I formally warn you to let Chu Mu go...