Mu Qingzhu grabbed the hem of his clothes fiercely. The white cloth covering his eyes was already soaked with blood. His voice trembled and he roared: "Why are you so stubborn? Han Jiangxue, can't you just treat me as dead!"
"I can't do it."
Han Jiangxue lowered her eyes and stared at him. The water rippled in her pupils, reflecting a lake-blue halo.
"You're so smart, you know everything, and you're just chasing me away."
Concept: In addition to love, there is also hatred.