Jiang Xin was sitting in the room, holding a knife in his hand, and there was more and more red liquid on the ground.
But she smiled and said in her sweet voice: "What a beautiful color."
Yan Mingxuan watched from the door, watching Jiang Xin slash her wrists one by one, watching her smile as gently as ever. When the red liquid flowed to his feet, he could no longer hold back.
"What are you doing!"
Yan Mingxuan rushed over and snatched the knife from her hand, hugging her tightly: "Please, don't do stupid things again."
Jiang Xin felt that his consciousness was getting blurry and he closed his eyes.
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