Tong Ran tightly gripped the scalpel, shaking her head, trapped in self-deception. What could she do, what else could she do, "I thought about it, I really thought about it, I wanted to kill you, but I couldn't bring myself to do it..."
Mo Nanjue suddenly placed his hand on her shoulder, and the unexpected weight made Tong Ran shudder all over. She raised her head and looked at his face, her lower lip already bitten so hard it bled, stammering incoherently, "Mo Nanjue, I love you, I can't bear to leave you..."
The man clenched his teeth, the pain trembling through his organs. He had watched the video. When Tong Ran was poisoned, it looked just like when he was poisoned. Mo Nanjue squinted in agony, suddenly raising his hand to pat her head, "Then let me help you."
Tong Ran froze, not yet able to react, as the man suddenly leaned his body forward—
Thud.
The tip of the scalpel pierced through the black leather jacket, completely embedding into Mo Nanjue's chest.
