The three people fell, rolling on the ground until the inertia dissipated, finally coming to a stop.
Jiang Li groggily opened her eyes, her vision blurred and overlapping. Then, she felt her neck being choked, and shortly after, she was lifted off the ground.
"If you obediently go to your death, I might let them live," Wu You's deep voice echoed beside her ears.
Instantly, Jiang Li felt a bucket of cold water splash onto her, jolting her consciousness back to reality. She raised both hands to grab at her neck but found nothing tangible to hold onto.
"Does it matter? You actors, no matter how hard you try your entire lives, are nothing more than amusement for the audience. Why persist? Why not just calmly accept your mediocrity?" Wu You's voice was light, as if whispering into Jiang Li's ear.
Jiang Li's face flushed dark red, her breathing labored and unable to respond. Her arm muscles were taut, but she had nowhere to exert her strength.
