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 was 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.