He stared at her, his eyes filled with madness and mockery.

"Am I right?"

Jing Min's rationality had long been torn apart by jealousy and anger.

"Chu Wuyang, do you know what I hate most about you?"

His voice was low and hoarse, yet it carried an almost twisted ruthlessness.

"You never say anything, yet you always manage to slip up because of him."

He slowly approached, the curve of his lips extremely dangerous.

His gaze was so cold it seemed he wanted to completely dismantle her.

"The more you try to protect someone, the more I'll take action against them."

Chu Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly spoke, her tone urgent.

"This has nothing to do with Yang Jinchu. Don't drag innocent people into this."

This self-disclosure caused Jing Min, who was nearly losing his mind, to stiffen, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The next second, he chuckled softly, a cold laugh carrying a chilling undertone.

He slowly shook his head, his voice deep and heavy, every word filled with despair.

"It really was him!"

His voice became somewhat ethereal as he stared at her.

"I've been driven to this point of madness, and you can still remain so calm,"

"It seems Zhou Heng is just a stepping stone for you to get rid of me,"

"And you've been hesitating and stalling for time to explain, just to avoid involving him,"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in them.

"So the person you truly care about is still Yang Jinchu."

"how?"

"Are you afraid I'll go crazy and do something to him?"

Chu Wuyang looked at him, her heart feeling as if it were being violently gripped.

Her gaze fell on his chest, where large patches of blood had spread across his shirt, a shocking sight.

Her eyes reddened slightly, and she finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

She spoke softly, her voice trembling with barely perceptible sobs.

"How about we have the doctor re-bandage you?"

"After I bandage you up, I'll explain everything to you... If this continues, you really will die."

Jing Min was panting, his eyes fixed on her.

His gaze was so deep it seemed to see right through her.

Do you care?

Why would you care about his life or death?

Chu Wuyang looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

He nodded slightly.