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"Ah Yao, you will do the same as me."
He Zhiyao's body reacted faster than his brain, pulling Qin Shuang tightly into his arms before the fruit knife could stab her.
The moment the sharp knife pierced into flesh, He Zhiyao's suspended heart finally seemed to find its landing.
There was a sense of finality, of dust settling.
A genuine feeling that it was finally over.
The war between him and He Linze had been ongoing since his birth, never truly ceasing for a moment. He didn't really understand if his unwanted birth was actually a good thing.
He spent a long time avoiding this question, avoiding the fact that He Linze was his father.
Back when he was still naïve and young, he thought by not thinking about it, he could escape such reality.
He thought that by completely severing himself from the He family, he could cleanse himself of the blood he despised, living only as He Zhiyao.
But it wasn't so.
