Yan Xiaye incredulously stared at him, and after a long while, began to tremble, laughing disgracefully.
"Li Beicheng, if I had killed your parents and ruined your entire life, your feelings toward me might be justified, but I have done nothing wrong. The only mistake I made was falling in love with you. I've already paid the heaviest, most painful price of my life. Where did I wrong you that you can still bear to shame me to death?"
Li Beicheng did not speak for a long time. When he opened his mouth again, his voice was tinged with pain, "Yan Xiaye, I just want you to fall in love with me again."
"Rather than having me fall in love with you again, you might as well just kill me quickly!" Yan Xiaye laughed as though deranged, her vision blurred with blood. She groped for the man's hand and placed it directly on her neck, "Kill me! I really... don't want to live anymore."
