"There's no going back, Fu Yan..."
Fu Yan's rationality completely collapsed. The emptiness in his heart tugged at his nerves. Even with Xiao Xin in his arms, he still felt empty inside, so very empty...
Xiao Xin seemed to vanish at any moment, and was no longer his whole world.
“No,” he pushed Xiao Xin away, reaching out to tear at Xiao Xin’s clothes, trying to prove something: “Brother is lying…”
Xiao Xin grabbed his collar and slapped him hard across the face.
With a "smack," five red marks immediately appeared on Fu Yan's face, and he instantly calmed down.
"Fu Yan, just kill me, kill me!"
Xiao Xin grabbed his hair, completely breaking down, "You might as well just kill me..."
Their clothes were disheveled from the fight, and they looked slightly embarrassed.
"Stop talking, brother," Fu Yan looked at Xiao Xin, then suddenly laughed: "The one who deserves to die is me..."
Xiao Xin glared at him through gritted teeth, but didn't respond.
Fu Yan's smile widened. He released Xiao Xin and stood up, his face immediately turning cold.
Xiao Xin didn't know what he was going to do. The next second, Fu Yan picked up the urn and poured all the ashes into the kettle.
Xiao Xin's pupils dilated instantly. "Fu Yan, what are you doing?"
Fu Yan acted as if he hadn't heard him, threw away the wooden box, shook the ashes in the kettle, and tilted his head back to pour them into his mouth.
Xiao Xin got up, but before she could stop him, Fu Yan had already finished drinking half a pot of water. He put down the pot, walked to the door, picked up the knife from the ground, and turned to walk towards Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin stared at him in a daze, her expression beyond mere terror.
Fu Yan pulled Xiao Xin's hand, placed the hilt of the knife in his hand, gripped it tightly, then pointed the tip of the knife at his abdomen, looked into Xiao Xin's eyes and said, "If you want to die, kill me first."
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