His left hand was already injured, so now he's cutting his right hand.
As if it wasn't his own skin and flesh, he unhesitatingly sliced his wrist.
Soon, blood dripped drop by drop into the bowl.
He clenched his fist, making the blood flow faster.
The fresh blood created ripples in the bowl, and every molecule indeed bore traces of his deep love for Tiana Thorne.
Tiana Thorne was stunned as she watched Linden Hawthorne's actions, utterly speechless for a few seconds, as if her feet were rooted to the ground.
No wonder his face was as pale as a ghost.
No wonder there was such a large wound on his wrist.
What on earth was he doing?
Why such a huge sacrifice?
Tiana Thorne's emotions were complex at this moment, feeling indebted to Linden Hawthorne, yet this debt was too large for her to ever repay.
The emotions were too complicated; she didn't want to hurt him, yet inadvertently she always did.
