"Even if I love you, that doesn't mean I don't want to kill you." Shao Tingwan stabbed the knife with cold light in his hand into Yan Chen's chest inch by inch, "Yan Chen, don't let go of any misunderstandings between us." His eyes were red, and tears fell on Yan Chen's face.
The blood from Yan Chen's hand holding the blade flowed onto the carpet and seeped into it, and he looked at him deeply.
He didn't expect his Tingwan to live in such pain. Would it be better if he died?
If so then he would!
Yan Chen watched with tears as Shao Tingwan suddenly raised his hand and clasped the back of Shao Tingwan's head to push him down. He raised his head slightly and kissed Shao Tingwan's lips. The hand holding the blade slowly relaxed and allowed Shao Tingwan to stab his heart!
Intention: Good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded, and you will taste the consequences.