Yes, strangle her, strangle everyone who says he regrets, who says he was wrong.
Strangle, and it all becomes a lie; strangle, and it ceases to exist.
Strangle her.
Strangle her.
The blood roars, boiling with intensely twisted contradictions. Muo Huangnian is painfully aware that whether he moves forward or looks back, he faces an abyss. Ahead lies the abyss of love, behind him the abyss of regret. No matter where he goes, there's no escape.
So, he cannot move. He must remain within the cage he has built for himself, using hatred and ambition as an excuse to lock himself in, resolutely refusing to take a single step outside.
As long as he doesn't step out, he is safe. If he doesn't step out, there's no love, no regret. If he doesn't step out, this path he's traveled will be right, and everything he has done will be worth it.
His five fingers tighten bit by bit, until Luo Qiangwei could no longer make a sound, her eyes gradually closing…
"Mr. Muo!"
