The day I was diagnosed with brain cancer, Huo Qinghe came to my door with his lover and put a silver needle to cure the poison on my heart. "Jiang Yan, take it out, and I will let you go." I looked at her in a daze, remembering the car accident three years ago when she was covered in blood and holding my hand: "A Yan, this symbiosis Gu has linked our lives together. If you die, I will never live alone." But now, she despises this Gu as a shackle. I smiled without looking at the silver needle that penetrated my skin. He grabbed the letter opener on the table and stabbed his right wrist hard. After all, the hand that had blocked the knife for her was long gone. In an instant, because of the symbiosis Gu and the pain, Huo Qinghe's wrists started to bleed with blood. In the midst of her suddenly shrinking pupils, I pulled out the knife sharply with a cold voice. "Huo Qinghe, your freedom has been stained with my blood from the beginning!" "We can only live and die together!"
