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"Xi Cheng, what is it that you can't figure out and are unwilling to accept?"

Wen Rao folded her arms across her chest and looked at him with a calm gaze.

Xi Cheng thought about the person he had been thinking about, the person buried deep in his heart, who was looking at him so calmly as if he were a stranger. He couldn't accept this reality.

"Can't you give me... even a little bit of your love? I don't want so much from Zhan Yan, just give me a little bit is enough."

Xi Cheng put on a longing expression.

Wen Rao shook her head decisively.

“No. First of all, my love is not pity.

It's definitely not what you need.

My love is for only one person."

Wen Rao's answer made Xi Cheng's eyes flash with resentment.

"Then what are you here for?"

Xi Cheng thought that when she came and saw that he had committed suicide several times for her, she would be moved.

He didn't care that her feelings came from pity.

He just wanted to have Wen Rao's love.

I want to make up for the pain of not being able to express my secret love.

He wanted to prove that his secret love was not in vain.

“I’m here to inform you that I won’t see you anymore.

Whether you are dead or alive has nothing to do with me!

Xi Cheng, I don't owe you anything."

Wen Rao's thoughts are clear and concise.

Xi Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "If I die, you owe me this life!"

"How could you not owe me?"

"No one loves you as much as I do! No one!"

"Wen Rao... can you really bear to hurt someone who loves you so much?"

Xi Cheng lives in his own world. He doesn't care if Wen Rao's love is divided among different people, but he must have a share of it.

"Xi Cheng, your psychological problems can be treated by a psychologist.

You attempted suicide again and again, but the attending doctors pulled you back from the brink of death.

But if you do it again, no one can save you.

If you die, I will neither feel guilty nor sad about you.

Do you still want to die?"

Wen Rao's words pierced Xi Cheng's heart like a needle.

He wanted to say impossible, you won't.

But the words got stuck in my throat when they came to my lips.

The physical weakness and mental trance made his obsession waver at this moment.

"Are you really not afraid of forcing me to death?"

Xi Cheng looked at her, staring at her intently.

There were bloodshot eyes, and in them there was not desire, but deep hatred.

"It wasn't you who killed me, it was your extremism."

Wen Rao's tone and attitude never changed from beginning to end.

The calmer she was, the more turbulent Xi Cheng's heart became.

"Why am I the only one who got hurt?"

He muttered to himself.

His eyes never left Wen Rao.

I tried very hard to see even a hint of guilt and hesitation on her face.

Unfortunately, not even half a cent.

"Your injury has nothing to do with me, it's you who is holding on to it and won't let go.

Xi Cheng, your life and death is in your own hands.

I come to see you, not to give you any hope, but to fulfill the above meaning.

That's all. "

Wen Rao's last few words were undoubtedly like a huge rock falling down in an instant, blocking Xi Cheng's chest.

He regarded it as a precious meeting, but she regarded it as a routine matter.

"Okay! Then I will die right now in front of you!"

Xi Cheng's inner extreme point finally caused him to waver for a moment.

He tried to stand up and bumped his head against the table next to him.

But he forgot that his hands were handcuffed and he couldn't get up at all.

Hatred surged in Xi Cheng's eyes, and his tears were blood red.

"Xi Cheng, you should have died long ago!"

Suddenly, a male voice sounded coldly behind Wen Rao.

Wrapped in frost and ice, without a trace of warmth.