"But now, I can't bear it any longer," she softly said, looking at him. "You've truly killed me—didn't I tell you? I've tried to kill myself countless times in prison. The most painful one, was when you drove me to it."
It turned out that what's horrific wasn't stabbing oneself, but rather being stabbed over and over again by the one they love the most.
"You can't expect me, in this shape, to still love you as before... I desire...to be truly loved by someone else." Tears rolled down her face, blurring her visage, unable to discern Lu Yebai's expression. Eventually, she sobbed out, "Please, let me go."
Let me go.
This isn't the first time Meng Xi'er has asked him.
Lu Yebai found his body stiffening. He didn't know what expression to make. Perhaps he looked quite hideous now, his facial muscles frozen, looking like an idiot.
Meng Xi'er started crying, seemingly truly heartbroken, which he found hard to bear.
Did staying by his side really cause her that much pain?
