Zhuang Shaoyang raised his eyelids, saw Liang Rong's actions clearly, and immediately stepped forward to stop her.
The summer clothing was already thin, and the fruit knife was sharp, directly piercing into the skin, and immediately, fresh blood flowed out.
However, the blade didn't go further in but was caught by someone.
Zhuang Shaoyang frowned, looking at Liang Rong, and said angrily, "Are you crazy?"
Liang Rong's brows trembled, looking at Zhuang Shaoyang's cold, angry face, and then lowering her head to look at the knife in her chest.
Blood dripped down her fingers, "drip, drip," falling to the ground. Her face turned pale instantly, she bit her lip and cried, "Why, why did you stop me? Why not let me die?"
"If death could solve the problem, maybe I would have chosen this path many years ago." Zhuang Shaoyang disagreed, "Besides, if you choose to end it, will Jiaojiao's spirit in heaven be happy? Would Chu Xing be happy then?"
