She finally knew what Yu Qinglu wanted.
Nan Wan had already stopped struggling, even though the drugs in the tea Yu Qinglu drank had begun to take effect, she could still press Nan Wan's hand down, driving the tip of the knife deeper.
The oxygen entering through her nose became increasingly thin and sparse, and every word she uttered came with a heavy breath, "The ones who won't have peace... are you and... Mu Huan, right..."
The overwhelming scent of blood enveloped her, and every breath Nan Wan took felt like sharp needles scratching her throat.
She asked with a light smile, "Then why not cut me a couple of times first? That way, maybe I'd catch AIDS, and you'd be even happier than you are now."
Mu Huan, are you almost here?
I seem to feel you getting closer to me.
But this time, I hope you didn't hear, didn't hear me calling you.
The intense suffocation made Yu Qinglu cough uncontrollably twice, her body's trembling caused the knife to press deeper.
