"Yuerou, do you want me to die so much?" Can Xi looked at the beloved woman in front of her in disbelief. Her hands, as white as gelatin, actually stabbed the dagger of love into her chest, and the blade did not penetrate even an inch.
"Yes, if you die, the war will be over. Your death... Will be very valuable." There was no wave in Yuerou's eyes, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
Can Xi felt a chill in his heart, and a feeling of pain overflowed from the bottom of his heart, making his whole body cold. "If you want me to die, all you have to do is tell me. Why go to all this trouble?"