"Even if you kill me, Ye Nuanxi will never turn into the woman you like!"
She knew that this man would do such a thing. "Killing me would only mean another life on your hands, and I'm quite satisfied to die by your hands. At the very least, my fate would be the same as that of the woman hidden in your heart. She could die for you, and I, dying by your hands, am content with my life!"
Su Yu's unsteady breaths fell on Ye Nuanxi's ears, word by word, like a bloodstained blossom exploding in her heart, bringing pain and a rush of bloodthirstiness...
She had resolved to stand with her brother, to help him take back what belonged to them, and had refused his marriage proposal, yet upon knowing this truth, her heart still couldn't help throbbing with pain—a raw, agonizing pain, as if spreading from her bloodstream into her heart, then piercing through her organs, tearing her nerves apart...
