"The door to the next room was kicked open, a gunshot rang out, and a few seconds later it was as quiet as if the world had died."

"The next second, ... the man's head rolled in through the doorway and stared at me—eyes wide open."

"After that, someone held a gun to my head and locked me in a cold storage warehouse. Inside were more than thirty unprocessed corpses—their eyes were open, staring at me. I spent the night there..."

“One night, I dreamed that someone fell from the ceiling, his throat was cut, and blood dripped from the air conditioner vent onto my face.”

"I thought it was a dream, but when I opened my eyes... blood really was dripping into my mouth, and it tasted so bad it made me want to vomit..."

"It's not that I haven't had a breakdown."

He looked at her, his expression turning completely cold.

"I've had several nightmares where I was so scared that I dropped my gun and tried to end it all by pointing it at my temple."

"Guess what?"

"The bullets were all unloaded beforehand."

"They won't let me die, not even suicide."

Do you know what was the scariest thing during that period?

He chuckled softly, as if he had completely gone mad.

"What I fear most is that I can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion; I'm not even sure if I'm still alive."

"...When I open my eyes, all I see are dead bodies; when I close my eyes, all I see is you."

"You deserve to die the most, yet you've become the only antidote that wakes me from nightmares and hallucinations."

He gritted his teeth, his voice low as if driven by hatred grinding from his chest.

"I only feel fucking alive when I see your face."

As he said this, he suddenly tightened his grip.

A bone-chilling hatred spread from his fingertips, as if to crush all the humiliation, anger, and loss of control.

Chu Wuyang's face turned red, her breathing became rapid, and she couldn't make a sound.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she held them back tightly.

I had thought about what Jingmin might go through, but what I imagined was completely different from what he said in person!

At this moment, a trace of regret rose in her mind again.

If she hadn't insisted on pushing him into the Jin family, would they have had a chance of survival if they had fought so hard against Old Master Jin?

The next second, she denied it again.

No, we can't romanticize a path we haven't walked.

Perhaps that path is more difficult.

They might both lose their lives, or even be implicated by more people due to Mr. Jin's actions, or be driven apart by Mr. Jin's instigation.

Are we so disgusted by each other that we can't stand looking at each other?

That's not as good as it is now; at least we've made it through, and he's still alive and well.

As for her?

Her lips twitched slightly, and finally she uttered a hoarse sentence.

"If you want to kill me... then do it now."

If it could make up for the suffering he had endured over the years, she was willing to make amends, even with her life.