"So, I still must thank you."
Jiang Ke gave a sardonic smile and collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
"Jiang Ke!"
Sang Yan cried out in alarm, squatting down and supporting him, tears streaming. "Jiang Ke… don't…"
Jiang Ke was grasping a knife.
He intended to take his own life.
Sang Yan shook her head frantically, even trying to snatch the knife from his hands with her bare hands.
The blade sliced through her hand.
Blood flowed freely.
"Let go! Sang Yan, don't be foolish!"
He was drenched in blood, but he couldn't bear to see her bleed even a drop.
He reached out to pry her fingers off.
This caused their blood to mix together.
"Ah Yan, don't cry."
As he tried to wipe away her tears, he left streaks of blood on her face.
It was too filthy!
He was too filthy!
Like a broken toy, scarred and battered, having expended all of his vital energy.
In the end, he withdrew his hand and sighed, "Ah Yan, I'm sorry. I thought I could handle it, but I overestimated myself."
