He trembled slightly, pressing his lips tightly together, looking down at her pale face.
Her eyes were filled with anger and panic, with tear stains still at the corners, piercing his heart instantly.
She shouldn't be like this, the Mu Yiliang he loved shouldn't be this way.
It was he who dragged her down, he had always been desperately taking from her.
She almost lost her life for him! Yet he still couldn't be satisfied!
Why can't he let go? She had asked him this countless times, and indeed he had asked himself the same, why can't he let go, why can't he let himself off?
But the black hole inside his heart grew larger day by day, trapping him in endless desolation. Now, he was going to drag her into this black hole too.
He finally lowered his gaze, slowly prying her fingers off.
Mu Yiliang finally cried out, "Yan Sijue, I forbid you to give up! Since you know you're just sick, let's see a doctor, okay? I beg you..."
No, don't let go of her hand!
