The day I was diagnosed with brain cancer, Huo Hanting came to my home with his mistress and held a silver needle for removing the Gu against my chest. “Jiang Ci, let me take it out, and I’ll let you go.” In a daze, I looked at him and remembered the car accident three years ago, when he was covered in blood and clutched my hand. “Aci, this life-sharing Gu has tied our lives together. If you die, I won’t live on without you.” But now he saw the Gu as nothing but shackles. Lin Weiwei leaned against him, smiling as she said, “Sister Jiang, what you have to force won’t ever truly belong to you.” I didn’t even look at the silver needle sinking into my skin. I just smiled, grabbed the letter opener from the table, and plunged it into my right wrist. After all, this hand had been ruined long ago, protecting him from a knife. In an instant, the life-sharing Gu made him feel my pain, and blood seeped from Huo Hanting’s wrist. As his pupils contracted, I yanked out the blade and spoke coldly. “Huo Hanting, your freedom has been stained with my blood from the very beginning!” “The only thing between us is a shared life and death!”
