"I'm sorry, Xiao Mo, I'm just borrowing your blood, don't be so dramatic, okay? Xiao Mo, be good, let me cut your artery and let your blood merge into Crescent Spring, will you?"
Monica's words enraged Xiao Mo once again. She had given him her heart, only to have it returned with deceit. Men are all swindlers, not one good among them, each one wanting to use her...
"Monica, I hate you, I won't let you succeed. If you love Sofia so much, then go to hell with her and be an affectionate ghost couple!"
Xiao Mo screamed in agony, driving the dagger downwards. With just a bit more force, Monica's throat would be slit, and blood would gush out as he died.
Time rewinds to an hour earlier...
Monica and Xiao Mo were following behind Alita as they approached the oasis...
"Monica, come look, there's a Crescent Spring over there, and there's also a water source..."
