"Mo Shuifu, didn't you want to be rid of me? If you relent, I promise to disappear from your sight forever."
As he spoke the last sentence, his heart suddenly ached.
It was an unbearable pain as if his heart was bleeding.
He thought that ever since he met her, the trajectory of his entire life had changed.
Mo Shuifu stared at him, her eyes blank and lifeless, like those of a rag doll.
Finally, she stopped biting herself and let out a cold laugh, the fresh blood blossoming into a glaring red rhododendron.
He hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the fresh blood from the corner of her mouth, but she pushed his hand away and said indifferently, "Take me home."
The atmosphere in the car was oppressively heavy with a muddled scent and the smell of blood.
He was silent for a long, long time.
Finally, he parted his lips slightly and nodded, "Okay..."
Driving the car away from that secluded place, he sat in the driver's seat and she in the passenger's, neither spoke again.
