Mo Ran tightened the small knife in her hand, ready to defend herself.
She laughed wildly, tears streaming down her face, her smile desolate. "You ask me why?! Do you still not know the reason?! You killed Gu Yixuan, and you think I'll let you go?!"
Fujiwara Ize clutched his chest, his face pale. "I thought these two weeks were enough for you to forget your hatred. I thought that if I tried hard enough, you would let go of everything from the past."
Mo Ran sneered, showing no intention to hide her mockery.
"You were too self-righteous. These past two weeks, my non-resistance was just for today. I'll never forget my hatred for you!"
The man's eyes widened slightly, his chest increasingly painful. For the first time, he felt helpless, felt heartache.
It turns out that being hurt by someone you love is so agonizing...
With one hand propped on the ground, he tried to stand up, only to fall back down.
