Mu Qingzhu suddenly grabbed him by the collar. The white cloth covering his eyes had long since been soaked through with blood. His voice shook as he growled, “Why are you so stubborn? Han Jiangxue, can’t you just pretend I’m already dead?!”
“I can’t.”
Han Jiangxue lowered his eyes and gazed at him. Ripples stirred in his pupils, reflecting a lake-blue glimmer.
“You’re so clever. You know everything. You’re just trying to drive me away.”
Theme: Love is not the only thing that cuts to the bone. So does hatred.
