"You want me to die?" She asked, her cold eyes without any luster, which was her usual look. She raised her lips slightly and said, "Yes, but how are you going to repay me for the pain of cutting out your heart five years ago?"
She tapped her toes and flew in front of him. She raised her red sleeves and quickly inserted a delicate dagger into his chest. "This is a life you owe me. It's not an exaggeration to ask for it back from you!" Then, she turned around and disappeared into the heavy rain.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and he fell to the ground. This is your style, and indeed I owe you!
Duan Canxue, a cold-hearted woman, a careless woman, a soul-catching woman, a poor woman who wants to escape...
Duan Canxue wandered around the world and missed the mortal world for three thousand years, but she couldn't escape the curse he placed on her and the shackles he placed on her!
"If you are going to die, I hope you die in my hands!" He lay on her neck, smelling the faint fragrance, and whispered.
"Because I don't want someone else's knife to dirty your body.