The day I was diagnosed with brain cancer, Huo Hanting came to my house with his mistress and put a silver needle to cure the poison on my heart. "Jiang Ci, take it out and I'll let you go." I looked at him in a daze, remembering the car accident three years ago when he was covered in blood and holding my hand: "Ah Ci, this symbiosis Gu has linked our lives together. If you die, I will never live alone." But now, he despises this Gu as a shackle. Lin Weiwei leaned against him and said with a smile in her voice: "Sister Jiang, if I force myself to come here, it's not yours after all." 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 him was long gone. In an instant, Huo Hanting's wrists oozed blood because of the symbiosis Gu and the pain. In his suddenly shrinking pupils, I pulled out the knife sharply with a cold voice. "Huo Hanting, your freedom has been stained with my blood from the beginning!" "We can only live and die together!"
