"You haven't even competed with me, yet I've lost to myself, are you happy now?"
Lin Xinlan gently lowered her eyes, concealing the desolation within them.
Du Ruoxin's appearance, she thought, was very pitiable.
Now that things had come to this, she didn't know how to respond to her, maybe it didn't matter what she said anymore.
"But there is still something in which you are inferior to me," Du Ruoxin said with a smile, her gaze sweeping over Rong Shaoze tenderly.
"You don't love him like I do. You have no idea how much I love him. For him, I'm willing to be crazy, to demean myself. Can you do that?"
Rong Shaoze's brow furrowed slightly, and Xinlan's eyelids twitched.
"Cut the crap, Du Ruoxin, the police are right outside, are you going to turn yourself in, or shall I let them come in and arrest you?" the man demanded coldly.
She suddenly picked up the knife from the ground, held it to her own throat, and stepped back sharply, keeping her distance from them.
