Julius Shaw held Nancy Allen's hand, and together they gripped a knife, the tip of which was pressed against Julius Shaw's chest.
In fact, Nancy Allen hadn't thought about seeking death.
After experiencing so many things, her life was something everyone had fought hard to reclaim, and she wouldn't easily seek death.
She just felt the blow was too great, too painful, and wanted to escape and retreat for a few days.
But Julius Shaw didn't give her any chance to escape.
Julius Shaw spoke slowly, "Hate me? Then hate me, at least you'll never forget me. Now take the medicine!"
Julius Shaw wrapped one hand around the dagger and fed Nancy Allen the prepared medicine with the other.
This time, Nancy Allen didn't dare to spit it out.
She thought Julius Shaw was a lunatic, a complete lunatic.
Only when Nancy Allen swallowed the medicine did Julius Shaw let go, the dagger in Nancy Allen's hand fell to the floor, and the clinking sound startled her out of her escapist thoughts.
