Perhaps with death, I wouldn't be a burden to others anymore.
Death? As the thought arose, Pei Xiaoxia couldn't suppress it any longer, casting a longing glance at Yang Baixiang: "Fifth Brother, in the next life, I will still be your bride."
Yang Baixiang was somewhat baffled.
But Pei Xiaoxia turned around, grabbed a kitchen knife, and charged outside.
Yang Baixiang was startled and wanted to give chase, but his leg had been treated and bound with thick bamboo splints in recent days, and he couldn't walk quickly. In his panic, he fell to the ground: "Xiaxia..."
"Mother, I call out to you one last time. I know I can't compare to the son you favor. Today, if you leave me no way out, then I will cease to live and we shall perish together." Pei Xiaoxia's face was stricken with grief and despair. "So I won't burden others anymore..."
