"Shaoze, before I die, can you fulfill my last wish? Hold me, will you?"
She pleaded with him sorrowfully, but Rong Shaoze didn't move at all, as if he was completely indifferent to her words.
Du Ruoxin cried and then laughed. Suddenly, she raised the knife in her hand and fiercely plunged it into her body—
"Don't—" Lin Xinlan shouted as she rushed forward, but it was too late.
Blood quickly spread on her pristine white dress, blooming like a bright red flower.
Lin Xinlan caught her as she fell, shouting to the crowd, "Call an ambulance, quickly!"
"It's no use... I must die..." Du Ruoxin barely spoke, her voice so faint that Lin Xinlan couldn't hear her.
She leaned in close to hear her whisper as if without sound, "You know, only if I die... will he remember me forever... Those words I said... were on purpose... because I wanted you to know, you will never... love him as much as I do... Lin Xinlan, you took him away from me... it was you, you drove me to death!"
