"Mo Liuxi, I've even thought of taking my own life." Shi Xiang raised his right wrist. There were still scars on it. "I've cut it before, but I didn't die."
Mo Liuxi fell into a silence.
He was a man, and he knew how much it would hurt.
To be honest, if he had been toyed with in front of Yan Su...
"I hope you don't doubt Yan Su," Shi Xiang said bitterly. "She's a good person. She feels sorry for me. In fact, I brought this upon myself. She doesn't need to feel guilty towards me. Mo Liuxi, Susu doesn't love me. I can feel it."
