Su Jingyu was staring at Chen Jiu in silence, her anger boiling over and rationality long gone.
Noticing a fruit knife on the side, she snatched it up. "Chen Jiu, if you don't help me, I'll end it all right here, right now."
Pushed to this extreme, Su Jingyu - who used to burst into tears from a minor cut - was now bold enough to slash her own arm.
The pain seemed insignificant to her.
Perhaps death would solve everything?
Seeing the blood flow, Chen Jiu swiftly took the knife from her. "Xiaoyu, have you lost your mind? I never said I wouldn't help you. I've promised you, no matter what you do, I will never leave your side."
Satisfied by his words, Su Jingyu asked, "Chen Jiu, if I asked you to die, would you?"
Chen Jiu took a deep breath, his expression solemn. "Xiaoyu, if a day comes where a bullet heads your way, I would surely shield you."
Su Jingyu was stunned. This was the first time in her life a man had declared he'd take a bullet for her.
"Chen Jiu, are you serious?"
