Qiao Mo’s delicate hand slowly picked up the dagger gleaming with a cold light, her throat lightly swallowed, seemingly a bit nervous.
He noticed her small movent, but didn’t point it out, just felt a faint pain in his chest.
Suddenly, Qiao Mo gripped the dagger tightly, lifted her hand, and half-knelt on the bed, pressing the sharp dagger directly against his chest.
The several n in black around them tried to step forward, but Fifteen furrowed his brows and had them leave the ward.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze gradually moved away from the dagger, returning to her face, stained with tears, and chuckling softly, "Hehe... want to kill ?"
His tone was very light, without fear, unrest, or fury...
As if he was talking about sothing insignificant.
Facing his eyes, Qiao Mo couldn’t quite understand why she felt suffocated and inexplicably in pain... even causing the hand holding the dagger to start trembling.
"I... I don’t want to kill you... Fu Nancheng, I just want you to let go." Qiao Mo choked out, her hand still shaking uncontrollably.
A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, "Then kill first."
Qiao Mo felt a pang in her heart, eting the mockery in his eyes, her heart ached terribly, and tears fell like rain.
The dagger she was holding gently retracted a few inches, now an inch away from him.
She never intended to hurt him, she just... didn’t want to be trapped by him like this... she just wanted to see Jing Hao.
Why... can’t she?
Just because she looks like the woman in his mory...
Seeing her crying so sorrowfully, his heart seed to shatter into pieces, as if being torn apart repeatedly, or as though a sharp sword was piercing through him again and again.
Even though he tried to pretend nothing was wrong, that heart-wrenching pain still surged in his eyes like an unstoppable huge wave.
"Weren’t you going to kill ? Do it!" he said coldly, with a hint of self-mockery and suppressed despair.
She actually wanted to kill him just to see another man...
Hehe... she wanted to kill him!
He smiled at her as he looked at the dagger gleaming silver over his chest, his deep black eyes covered with a layer of mist, as if shocked, like mockery, but mostly hurt.
"Fu Nancheng... don’t force ... don’t force again!" Qiao Mo shouted hoarsely, tears flooding and fierce in her eyes.
Why does he always like to push her... pushing her repeatedly...
After inexplicably provoking her, he absurdly discovered he mistook her for soone else, yet even after realizing the mistake, he still wouldn’t let her go.
Her life was made a complete ss by him.
Since the one he truly loves isn’t her... why won’t he let go...
He just smiled, his eyes bloodshot, grabbing her wrist and thrusting it towards his chest, "Weren’t you going to kill ? Do it!"
"Kill and you’ll be free to see him, free to see anyone!" he shouted sternly.
Suddenly, a huge force increased on her wrist, and the cold tip of the dagger got closer and closer to his chest.
Qiao Mo’s eyes reddened as she frantically shook her head, "Fu Nancheng! What are you doing! Let go of ... let go!"
His large hand firmly grasped her hand, leaving less than half a centiter between the dagger’s tip and his snow-white shirt.
"Let go... let go now!" Qiao Mo cried out anxiously with tears falling like raindrops, both hands struggling against him, trying to pull the dagger away from him.
But her wrist was already injured and weak, and her other hand was not nearly as strong as he was.
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