Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Getting Rid of Gu Yixuan 3
3 -3 Getting Rid of Gu Yixuan 3
She certainly knew what he was afraid of, he was afraid she would seek death…
Although he hid his feelings very well, she could still tell that he had developed feelings for her that he shouldn’t have.
“Your laugh is truly ugly!” the man said with disgust.
Then, somewhat irritably, he pulled away, picked up the clothes from the floor, gave her a faint glance, and, without turning back his head, walked out of the room.
The instant he closed the door, his eyes brimmed with unbearable pain.
Yes, he was indeed scared just now, because he saw despair in her eyes.
She had felt despair before, but this time it was different.
This time, her despair deeply shook his heart.
He knew he was being too harsh on her, but he was unwilling to let go, couldn’t bear to let go.
He could only watch her in pain, while he also endured the suffering.
If, if he could let go, he wouldn’t have driven them both to such a state…
Once again, the room was left with only her, as overwhelming loneliness and helplessness rushed over her.
Mo Ran propped up her broken body and sat up, her gaze indifferent as she looked out the window.
She had always been strong, no matter what she encountered, she would get through it.
But this time, she didn’t want to continue being strong.
It was not because she couldn’t endure his torment, but because she didn’t want the pain to continue.
The two of them were doomed to have a destructive relationship, being together would only hurt each other, leaving one another covered in scars, in pain so great they couldn’t breathe.
If it was so painful, why not be liberated?
It was time to be freed, time to rid herself of this demon.
She pulled out a blade she had hidden under the mattress, Mo Ran reached out with her pale wrist…
As the blade cut through, there wasn’t a hint of struggle in her eyes.
Bright red blood dropped onto the expensive Holland flooring, making a ticking sound.
Like the sands of time running out, slipping away never to return.
Lying on the bed, she peacefully closed her eyes, and in her mind was not the man waiting for her, but this man who had entangled her from the beginning.
It seemed as if her life had never been peaceful since she met him.
He forcefully entered her life, dominating everything she had, even when she was unwilling; he had already deeply imprinted every bit of himself into her mind…
From their first encounter to now, every detail was vivid in her memory…
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The male protagonist of this story is perpetually scheming, truly very dark, very dark, read at your own caution.