Ren was leaning against the door frame. His gray loungewear was already soaked in blood, and there was a long cut on it.
"Ren, put down the knife ..."
Ji Chenzhou ran over after a brief moment of shock.
He watched as Ren slowly lifted the kitchen knife and slashed down on his waist.
No matter how fast he ran, he was not as fast as Ren's knife ...
He just watched as nain slashed his waist in front of him.
"Don't come over!" Ren pressed the knife against his neck and said weakly.
If he hadn't leaned against the door frame, Ren would have definitely fallen down because it was too painful.
Ren Xiang's heart was already numb, if he wasn't forced to this point.
How could he do this to himself? it really hurt ...
Naren's forehead was covered in sweat, and his face was as pale as a sheet.
Ji Chenzhou's eyes were bloodshot as he stood there. His blood had frozen and his body was trembling.
