Qi Yunqian's face was twisted in agony, his heart was filled with indescribable sorrow, and a thick sense of blood surged up his throat.
She really would rather die than leave his side.
Would rather die than be with him.
This realization shook Qi Yunqian to his core, threatening to topple his world.
Seeing him silent, Song Shiwei's eyes hardened with determination, and she made to cut herself again.
Her resolute appearance triggered an intense fear in Qi Yunqian's heart, and he suddenly cried out, his voice thick with a bloody taste as if it were squeezed from his throat, "I agree to your terms!"
"I agree to let you go! Stop hurting yourself!"
Song Shiwei's taut heart suddenly relaxed.
She had gambled correctly!
Seeing the relief on her face, Qi Yunqian strode forward abruptly, snatching the dagger from Song Shiwei's hand and tossing it far away.
