Xi Jin was leaning against the wall. The voice was right. Death would only make Dai'er feel guilty and uncomfortable. She would rather be wronged herself and keep this secret, but Shen Yunya maliciously revealed it to break him.
Would he still decide to die when he now knows about these possible tragedies?
"Why are you doing this?" Xi Jin's gaze carefully scrutinized the paintings one by one. These depictions were so realistic as if they had actually happened.
The voice didn't answer, as if it had disappeared, but Xi Jin knew it was still there.
"I just want to see how far you will go for your loved one." In the empty room, a black figure appeared and looked at Xi Jin condescendingly. "Death is the most cowardly choice. That is not love, nor is it atonement."
