“Apparently you still have not vented all the anger in your heart girl.” Nangong Liuyun looked at her while smiling. He saw her expression continued to change, and his eyes were gentle, flirtatious and compelling. “Is it still not enough? Then do you want to try again? Will you stab it in from here? Or there? Or maybe here?”
“Nangong Liuyun, stop acting crazy! Hurry up and release my hand! Do you hear me!” Su Luo stared at him with a complicated look. If he were not so weak and pale, she would have definitely slapped him like how she did before.
Why was he using his own life to pressure her?!
If it was possible, she really wanted to turn around and leave. To abandon this man who dettached any value from his own life. Let him fend for himself, self-destruct through madness and then perish.
But she couldn’t, because she had saddled herself with the guilt of causing him to go into Recoil of Madness in the first place.
“Do you forgive me now?” Nangong Liuyun was panting. His handsome countenance was sweating profusely, but he still looked at her seriously.
“I…….” Su Luo glared at him coldly. Her eyes swept across the bloody dagger, the blood color emitted a strange cold light under the sun. Su Luo’s heart throbbed in an unexpected coincidence, she roared at him. “Forgive! I forgive you!”
She knew, if she dared to say “I never blamed you” those words, next time, if it wasn’t him strangling her, then it would be her forcefully strangling him.
Because those two sentences, the meaning contained within was not the same. “I never blamed you,” meant, “I never cared about you in the first place,” which is why she wouldn’t blamed him.
This man, in regards to reading people’s intent through language, was likely to nitpick her answer down to the tiniest details.
“Then….that’s….good…” A trace of satisfaction flashed through Nangong Liuyun’s waning but smiling expression. It seem as if he was forcefully enduring everything until this moment. He finally relaxed and afterwards immediately collapsed to the ground.
“Nangong Liuyun!” Su Luo hastily caught and held on to him while frantically shouting out loud.
Cold sweat covered Nangong Liuyun’s face who had collapsed into her embrace. His lips were purple and black. His entire body appeared to have been immersed in icy water and was covered in a layer of sweat. Su Luo was clearly able to sense he had already lost consciousness. However his body still repeatedly shivered from head to toe and remained unable to suppress the repeated trembles.