"Why do you insist on killing Sheng Miao? What does it mean? Her ability to exploit loopholes and get together with Mo Shiche, ultimately, it's my fault for misplacing my trust in you. I am the main culprit behind all of this. It was because of Mo Shiche that I ended up being shot, taken away by Sheng Feng, and lost my memory— So no matter how he treats me, I deserve it. Who asked me to trust you so much?"
Every word she uttered, Yan Chu's jaw clenched tighter, almost to the point of fracturing, his eyes swirling with thick darkness.
Luo Qiangwei smiled lightly, "As for turning the page, it's too late. What's happened has happened," her smile suddenly turned cold, gradually becoming reserved, "Yan Chu, in terms of debt, there is only repayment, no turning of pages."
"Repayment," Yan Chu chewed on these words, staring at her with a deep voice, "How do you want me to repay? Should I now let them go and let their wedding proceed, or should I shoot myself twice, a life for a life?"
