Xia Ziluo immediately took a breath of cold air in pain.

See clearly!

This is his true face.

It was all hatred and cruelty, without a trace of tenderness that made her indulge in her heart.

love!

She has been deceiving herself, how could she and him have love?

From the beginning, it was just her secret love.

It’s time to wake up, you can’t deceive yourself anymore, and you shouldn’t continue ****.

only--

Why is she still unwilling to let go even when she reaches this point?

He still wanted to continue playing his wife, but was unwilling to hand him over to Ye Zixuan.

My heart hurts so much.

Soul, so tired.

How should she end the dilemma?

How can she give up her current self that makes her feel despicable, shameful, cowardly... and hateful?

Xia Ziluo suddenly let go of the hand holding Murong Xitian, reached under the pillow, and took out a dagger. This was given to her by Ju Qing, for her to use for self-defense. But she didn't expect that the first time she used it, she was not facing the enemy, but what he loved in his heart.

I didn't expect that the purpose of this dagger was not self-defense.

"Maybe, all this is a joke made by God. Murong Xitian, I don't want to love you, let alone hate you, and I hope you don't hate me..." Xia Ziluo looked at Murong Xitian, and for the last time he looked at the man she loved deeply.

"Zheng--" A cold light flashed, and Xia Ziluo pulled out his dagger.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" Murong Xitian looked at the dagger in Xia Ziluo's hand, and the cold light in his eyes became even colder.

"Murong Xitian, you are not me, you will never know what I think." Xia Ziluo aimed the dagger at his heart in despair. "I originally wanted to tell you the truth you had always wanted to know before leaving. Now it seems that there is no need. Goodbye."

After the words came, Xia Ziluo exerted force and stabbed the dagger with a cold light into his chest.

Murong Xitian was frightened and it was too late to reach out to stop him. He only grabbed her wrist, but the dagger had already pierced Xia Ziluo's chest.

Although the wound was not deep, the blood gushed out immediately dyed the moon-white collar red, and soon blew the whole chest, like a blooming flower, so shocking.

"No--" Murong Xitian suddenly screamed like crazy, grabbed Xia Ziluo's hand and pulled it back, and the blood-stained dagger slid out and fell to the ground.

With a "bang", the crisp sound of metal hitting.

Xia Ziluo's body was soft and soft, and a torn stinging pain came from her chest, taking away all her strength.

In a trance, she smelled the smell of blood, fishy...

"Xia Ziluo!" Murong Xitian suddenly hugged her in his arms, and his big hands swam quickly on her body, and then sealed several of her big holes.

The blood flowed slowly and gradually stopped.

But the pain would not disappear because of this, Xia Ziluo still felt that he was about to die and was about to leave this world.

She felt extremely tired, and her strength was gradually withdrawing, and the scenery in front of her began to become blurred.

Thinking that she was leaving, a trace of reluctance suddenly emerged in her heart. She raised her hand with difficulty and grabbed Murong Xitian's chest tightly: "I know, I'm not the sharp-hearted person... I also know that you have never trusted me... But I'm leaving, I hope you don't hate me, because I'm not..."
Chapter completed!