Chu Wuyang thought Jing Min would back down after hearing those words.
To everyone's surprise, Jing Min responded with a cold laugh.
"What am I doing right now that you don't find annoying?"
"Since that's the case, why should I hold back anymore? Even if I can't keep their hearts, it's still good to keep them."
Chu Wuyang stood in front of Yang Jinchu as if she had nothing to lose.
"Go ahead and shoot!"
Her voice was hoarse and harsh.
"If you're so capable, then kill me. It's fine if we can't be together while we're alive, but we can't be together after we're dead?"
Her pale face was wet—even though she hadn't been in the rain, it looked as if it had been quietly soaked by tears and despair.
Yang Jinchu was shocked. Looking at her almost pale and transparent face, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes could not hide his heartache.
He called out softly,
"Yangyang..."
His voice trembled slightly, and his outstretched hand almost instinctively grasped hers tightly.
My palm was ice-cold.
It was a chill that seemed to seep from the very bones, lifeless, yet the moment he grasped it...
It trembled slightly.
Yang Jinchu subconsciously increased the force, as if this would pull her back from the brink of collapse.
Jing Min, standing opposite them, watched this scene unfold.
It finally moved.
His eyes changed little by little.
His once handsome, sculpted features were now being consumed by a fury that was tearing away his reason. His lips were taut, and his eyes were so sharp they seemed capable of killing.
His facial features were cold, restrained, and suppressed; the refined elegance that originally belonged to the powerful and wealthy.
But at this moment, it gradually transforms into a chilling madness.
He stared intently at the two people's tightly clasped hands, his knuckles turning white, his breathing gradually becoming heavy.
They held each other tightly, as if using all their strength to create a final line of defense for each other.
What a deeply moving scene!
"If we can't be together in life, we'll be together in death?"
Jing Min smiled slowly, but the smile on his lips was like a blade, so cold it made one's heart tighten.
He approached them step by step, his tone laced with sinister contempt.
"I almost forgot... all along, haven't I been the one who interfered and insisted on breaking you up?"
With a long stride, he calmly stepped onto the deck, his leather shoes making no sound as they touched the water.
He was like a proud black cat eyeing its prey.
Calm and collected, yet extremely dangerous.
Elegant, composed, and ruthless, every step she took exuded arrogance and control.
He walked very slowly, his gaze lingering on their clasped hands.
Finally, he stopped a step away from them.
Looking down from above at the two star-crossed lovers standing side by side.
His eyes were cold, his bones were cold, and his voice was even colder.
That posture,
He seemed to be scrutinizing a pair of servants who dared to defy him.
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