He had finally obtained the jade token, but in the end he still couldn't win back her affections. How could Wen Xuan accept this?

"You just need to touch this jade token once, it won't be too much trouble, just touch it once, okay?"

Wen Xuan held the jade token in both hands and presented it to her, begging her to accept it, his humility reaching the depths of despair.

He even numbed himself, thinking that Shen Sangruo was unwilling to cooperate with him simply because it was too troublesome.

How complicated could it be to accept a jade token? In reality, it was just that Shen Sangruo didn't want to rekindle her feelings for him.

Shen Sangruo remained motionless.

Wen Xuan's mentality had already broken down considerably; he couldn't even force a smile, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Xiao Ruo, you can't treat me like this! Is this your punishment for me? They were all able to regain their emotions, why can't I?!"

He ended up in such a state, with his relationship with her completely strained, all because he chose to collude with Bai Mumu in order to obtain the travel permit.

But now he tells him that in the end it was all for naught, and he still can't win back her feelings.

In response, Shen Sanruo simply said, "I don't have that much time to waste with you. If you want to end your own life, then do it quickly. I don't have the habit of watching people commit suicide."

The reason she stayed was simply to see Wen Xuan fulfill his promise. If he insisted on arguing with her about these trivial matters, she could, of course, let him fend for himself like Lu Shiqing.

At this moment, Wen Xuan's mentality was somewhat distorted. When he heard that she wanted to leave, he panicked instantly and didn't care about regaining his emotions. He just wanted her to stay.

Dying in front of her is the only way he can atone for his actions.

He didn't want to die in obscurity; he had to die in front of her to wash away some of his sins.

Moreover, this was the last thing he had promised Shen Sangri, and he didn't want to break his promise.

Wen Xuan knew he might not have a next life, and this might be his last meeting with Shen Sangruo, so he desperately wanted to show her something.

"Don't go, Xiao Ruo! I'll do it now, it won't waste your time." Wen Xuan put the passage jade token aside.

Still holding a sliver of hope, I thought, "I'll leave the jade token here. If you change your mind during this process, you can take it back at any time."

There was no response, so he took a deep breath and continued, "Well then, I'll begin."

He took out several silver needles from his pocket, their sharp tips gleaming with a chilling light.

Shen Sanruo glanced at him and immediately guessed what Wen Xuan wanted to do.

Wen Xuan composed himself, holding the silver needles in his hand, and smiled bitterly, "Xiao Ruo, do you still remember these silver needles?"

"I don't remember," Chen Sangruo answered decisively.

Even if she could guess where the silver needle came from, she couldn't be bothered to respond to Wen Xuan.

He took out the silver needle that had once drawn blood from her heart and asked her if she remembered it. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was provoking her again. He really was something else.

"These are the silver needles we used to draw your heart's blood." Wen Xuan actually revealed this.

The scene of Shen Sangruo's cultivation being completely destroyed because of him taking his heart's blood was still vivid in his mind; his memory was incredibly clear.

“I regretted it then and there. I regretted not asking about your situation before taking your heart’s blood.” Wen Xuan’s tone was full of self-reproach. “I should not have convicted you and taken your heart’s blood without any evidence.”

Even the blood from his heart was taken for Bai Mumu; Wen Xuan wished he could stab that silver needle into his heart back then.

"After that, I kept the silver needle carefully as a reminder to myself to treat you better and prevent such a thing from happening again."

"But I woke up too late, and I still messed everything up, Xiao Ruo." Wen Xuan was heartbroken, the intense pain making it hard for him to breathe.

"Now I will use these silver needles to end my own life, to punish myself severely, and to avenge you. What do you think, Xiao Ruo?"

The moment he said he wanted to end his own life, he had already decided how he would die.

"Whatever you want." Shen Sanruo didn't feel much about Wen Xuan's way of dying; as long as he was dead, that was fine.

For her, those events from back then are a distant memory. She keeps moving forward, but they remain stuck in the same place. Her obsession with those events isn't as deep as theirs.

Wen Xuan, however, felt very good about himself and had already pressed the silver needle against his heart.

With his fingertips, he pushed the silver needles, little by little, through his skin and into his flesh.

The sharp pain made Wen Xuan frown.

As a healer, he had a deeper understanding of the body and was able to accurately locate the heart and extract the heart's blood even when he did it himself.

A silver needle pierced the heart, and spiritual energy was channeled into the hand to begin drawing blood from the heart.

The pain intensified suddenly, and Wen Xuan's forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat, his veins bulging, and he almost cried out in pain.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully pushed the silver needle deeper into the wound.

The pain was so intense that his fingers trembled. When the first drop of blood from his heart dripped down the silver needle, Wen Xuan was already on the verge of exhaustion.

He remembered that when he took blood from Shen Sangri's heart, it was the same thing. He forgot to use a numbing agent on her, and that's how he forcibly took ten drops of blood from her heart.

"So this is how painful it is to have your heart's blood drawn..." Wen Xuan's voice trembled, tinged with a sob.

Xiao Ruo experienced such pain at that time. She was only sixteen years old and had just come out of the confinement room when her heart's blood was taken out.

A surge of even more unbearable bitterness welled up in my heart, which was already filled with pain.

Wen Xuan had never hated himself so much. He took out another silver needle and continued to stab it into his heart.

Her voice, which had been trembling with sobs, turned into a near-collapse of tears. "I deserve to die, Xiao Ruo, I really deserve to die! Xiao Ruo, I'm sorry!"

Another drop of heart's blood fell.

Blood from his heart gushed out from the two silver needles, the sound of the dripping needles being drowned out by Wen Xuan's sobs, splashing onto the ground as crimson flowers.

"Someone like me deserves to die with a thousand needles piercing his heart!"

Wen Xuan still felt it wasn't enough, so he kept stabbing silver needles into his chest, saying how sorry he was to her and how much he regretted it.

Shen Sanruo looked at him calmly, her eyes showing no emotion.

As the blood from his heart dripped down, Wen Xuan's life force rapidly depleted, and he collapsed to the ground, leaning against the wall.

Her voice grew weak, "Xiao Ruo, Xiao Ruo... I really, really regret it... I was really wrong..."

His gaze remained fixed on Shen Sangruo, his eyes still holding a hint of expectation, hoping that she would soften her heart and pick up the jade token placed to the side.

Wen Xuan could feel that his life was coming to an end. His eyes gradually dimmed, leaving only his final regrets.

With his last ounce of strength, he pleaded, "Xiao Ruo, could you... could you..."

Second update! Thank you all for your support! *tweets*

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