"You killed me?"
"How does it feel to kill me with your own hands? Okay?"
In the tomb passage, Gu Nianchen held Su Nianyao's cheek, but a dagger pierced her heart.
"I never kill useful people. You are no longer useful to me."
"What a gentle and elegant Gu Nianchen, what a childhood sweetheart of 28 years!"
"So what? In front of me, interests come first."
Purpose: Crazy criticism of childhood sweethearts killing each other