The tall man stood before her, his presence oppressive.
He pinched her chin, lifting it slightly as he squinted his eyes, "An Ruo, it seems you're the one who should give up. Do I really have to kill him for you to be satisfied?"
"If you dare kill him, I will kill you!" An Ruo said coldly, her eyes resolute.
"You can't kill me," Xingtian said softly.
"But I can kill myself! Xingtian, is this your so-called love? Your love is too cruel, too selfish. I'm sorry, but I can never accept it!"
The man was slightly startled, then his expression softened, and the force on her chin also loosened considerably.
"I've always indulged you, An Ruo. If you would accept me, I wouldn't treat you this way."
"If I don't accept you, you can be cruel to me?" she retorted.
Under her questioning, Xingtian found himself at a loss for words.
The two of them stared at each other in silence; eventually, he was the one to back down.
