Lin Yi slowly raised the knife with cold eyes, pointed it at Yi Qing, and said in a low voice: "Do you feel sorry for him?"
"What nonsense are you talking about! Can you be a little more measured? He is your cousin!" Yi Qing said.
"That's my cousin too. Why are you so anxious?" The cold tone left no room for error.
Jian Xi said directly: "Lin Yi, are you sick?"
"You were the one who forced me to be sick. You are so good at pretending. I cut you once on the left and once on the right, and you avoided the vital points. You are a scoundrel, and you want to rob me of everything. You wanted my life when you were a child, and now you want to rob me? Don't be wishful thinking. Do you have the capital to rob me? You don't even know how long you can live."
One mistake made eight years.
Yi Qing cried heartbreakingly on the hospital bed until she almost died.
Jian Xi stood gloomy and cold outside the hospital, watching the rain and flowers all over the street.
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