"Fine, I won’t touch her now. But you better pray she doesn’t fall into my hands! Otherwise, I’ll make her wish she were dead!"
Zhenzhen stord off in anger after delivering the threat.
Fujiwara Ize turned around and saw Mo Ran’s pale face, her brows slightly furrowed. He imdiately squatted down, gripped her shoulders, and asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It was you who killed him, so why do you want to take the bla for you? Yes, I killed him with my own hands, but I was under your control! What exactly did you use to influence ?"
Facing her questions, Fujiwara Ize replied truthfully, "I used hypnosis on you."
"Then hypnotize again, make forget everything, make stop thinking about anything, okay?" she pleaded, grabbing his arm with one hand.
He could no longer hypnotize her.
She had broken free of his hypnosis, and he could no longer control her.
With a slight smile, Fujiwara Ize said gently, "If you don’t want to rember the past, then don’t. From now on, I’ll make each day happy for you. Trust , I won’t let you be sad anymore."
Mo Ran looked at him blankly, her eyes glistening with tears and filled with painful helplessness.
"Can I really? Can I really forget the past?"
She asked uncertainly, her body trembling slightly.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Fujiwara Ize felt pity in his heart. He sighed, pulled her into his arms, and made his promise.
"You can, you just have to trust ... ugh!"
He suddenly groaned and pushed Mo Ran away.
In disbelief, he looked down and saw a knife sticking out of his chest, the sa fruit knife from earlier.
Mo Ran’s hand still gripped the handle. There was no sign of pity on her face, only intense hatred.
Bone-deep hatred!
Grabbing his arm tightly, Mo Ran gnashed her teeth and said, "Fujiwara Ize, I will use your blood to mourn my husband!"
With force, she drove the blade completely into his chest!
Without hesitation, Mo Ran pulled the knife out with a strong motion, and blood gushed out like a fountain, drenching her.
Fujiwara Ize collapsed to the ground, and two bodyguards at the door rushed in, drawing their guns on her.
"Stop!" The man ordered calmly, preventing them from killing her.
His eyes never left Mo Ran, pain tearing at his heart, "Why?"
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