No matter how much Jie Luo has hurt her, whether it was her body or soul, she was still willing to give Jie Luo a chance, she would still love Jie Luo dearly, unwavering until death.
Unfortunately, Rose Vesper's pleas and expectations held no value at all for Jie Luo, who had already made up his mind.
"Love?"
"Do you deserve it?"
Jie Luo's merciless voice crushed all of Rose Vesper's hopes into fragments.
Rose Vesper could even feel the strength in Jie Luo's fingers growing larger and larger, the piercing pain in her brain becoming more intense.
From the corners of her eyes, mouth, nostrils, ears, red and white fluids were flowing, making Rose Vesper's beautiful face look as ugly and terrifying as an evil ghost.
"Hey, Rose Vesper, do you know?"
"Every time you touched me, after you left, I would cut off that piece of skin and watch it grow back, only then would it be clean."
"Every time you kissed my lips, I would cut my lips off, not wanting to be polluted by you."
