"I hate him!" The woman said,
"I hate him!" Yu Xiaoer repeated like a puppet. Even she herself didn't notice the gnashing of her teeth when she said this, which made people shiver. The dense hatred seemed to kill "him".
The woman unexpectedly grabbed a dagger in her hand. There was a flash of cold light, and she stabbed the dagger into her belly. Blood spurted out immediately, and the white skirt was covered with charming flowers. The woman's body floated like snowflakes and fell down the bridge. Yu Xiao'er was completely stunned, as if there was some kind of magic pulling her. Finally, she slowly climbed up the bridge railing, gently, and the only thing she felt was the woman's voice echoing in her ears over and over again.
"I want you to do it all over again for me! Do it all over again, do it all over again..."