The specially treated dagger was extremely sharp, and even though Wen Ze was careful, he couldn't guard against Yan Li's eagerness to die.

Wen Ze controlled his strength in time, looking at the very shallow bloodstain on the neck.

He'd really had enough.

"Ah Yan, didn't you tell me that you should take your own life into your own hands?"

Wen Ze went completely mad, grabbed Yan Li's hand and shoved the dagger into her grasp, "Now, you have that chance."

Yan Li didn't say anything, but prepared to plunge the dagger into her body again.

But Wen Ze would never agree with Yan Liyi.

He wanted Yan Li to kill him.

Only in this way can it be proven that she is no different from those people.

The two of them played around like children, never getting to the point, with the dagger remaining locked in a stalemate between them.

"Wen Ze, are you stupid?"

Yan Li tried to loosen her grip on the knife, but Wen Ze held her down firmly.

It's clearly a matter of life and death, but how come Wen Ze treats it like children playing house?

Wen Ze laughed: "Then let's just say A-Yan considers me stupid."

The dagger between the two men had somehow changed direction, and due to inertia, it finally pierced their bodies.

Wen Ze smiled even more broadly.

He held Yan Li's blood-stained hand tightly, not letting go, but instead pushing it in another inch.

That's really interesting.

Feeling that Yan Li's hand was still trembling, Wen Ze's eyes darkened, and he let his blood drip down the dagger.

"After I die, Ayan will be free."

He imagined she must be bewildered, confused, or perhaps sad and desperate.

"But……"

"You won't die from just this one stab."

Just as Wen Ze was lost in thought, figuring out how to make Yan Li suffer, Yan Li's emotionless voice rang out.