"Let me go." Qiao Xiaren emphasized again, pressing the knife a little closer. She had never hesitated to be ruthless to herself before, and the sharp blade had already pierced her skin.
The confrontation between them was bloody and silent.
He had no doubt that she could directly pierce her own throat without even blinking an eye.
"Don't move!"
He stood there, almost shouting, as a small piece of his inner self suddenly collapsed, feeling the blood in his body quickly flowing in reverse, and his fingers trembled with restraint.
"Don't move... don't move, don't move!"
His voice suddenly softened a bit, reaching out to pull her into his arms, but just as he was about to touch her hair, he stopped mid-air and finally put his hand down.
Si Limo was afraid of touching a nerve that would lead her to do something irreparable.
"Let me go."
Those same three words left him powerless to retort. He stared at her fixedly, unable to tolerate her treating herself like this anymore.
