Blood flowed from Gu Yao's mouth, her eyes full of resentment staring emotionlessly at the despairing Gu Sheng who cried out with tears.
However, there was not a trace of satisfaction in her heart.
Because her choice to die was merely to free herself.
"...Let me go."
Gu Yao struggled to lift her hand, weakly pushing Gu Sheng, wanting to escape from his embrace.
She didn't want to die in his arms, didn't want to touch anything related to Gu Sheng, especially him.
She felt dirty, felt disgusted.
"...Why, why."
Gu Sheng cried out, his spirit nearly collapsing.
These two "whys," without knowing what they questioned.
Gu Yao opened her blood-filled mouth and with difficulty spoke three words to Gu Sheng:
"...I...hate you."
The loudly calling doctor, Gu Sheng instantly fell silent, staring at Gu Yao in his arms full of hatred toward him, unable to utter another word.
He was as if his soul had been extracted in an instant, stunned.
"...Even if I die... I won't... forgive you."
