Yi Danyou was slightly surprised after hearing Leng Qianmo's words, but she thought that with Leng Qianmo's ability, he could find her and must know her past all these years...
And he, after spending so much effort to find her and finally finding her, would definitely not let her die like this. He would definitely cure her and then torture her...
Yi Danyou's heart has reached its lowest point. For her, living by Leng Qianmo's side is more painful than death.
Yi Danyou suddenly changed from his normal state, gave Leng Qianmo a shallow and weak smile, and said as if he was mocking himself: "So, you already know..."
Yi Danyou carefully took out the knife she had hung around her neck to protect herself from Leng Qianmo under the quilt. She had been carrying this knife with her all these years...
Yi Danyou very carefully cut the pulse of his left hand under the quilt, with a slight smile on his face...
Leng Qianmo felt something was wrong, and he wasn't very clear about what was wrong. It wasn't until a victorious smile appeared on the corner of Yi Danyou's mouth that he saw that the white sheets on her bed had long been stained red with blood...
Leng Qianmo seemed to understand something, his heart felt suffocated, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe...
"Xiaoyou..."
Yi Danyou smiled and took out his left hand from the quilt. Blood spurted out from Yi Danyou's pulse like water...
"Leng Qianmo, you can't catch me, haha..." Yi Danyou smiled, very happily. This was the only time in so many years that she defeated Leng Qianmo, even if the price she paid was her life.
Leng Qianmo shouted frantically to the people outside: "Come here, hurry up, call the doctor in, hurry up..."
Leng Qianmo quickly supported Yi Danyou who fell on the bed, only to find that her left hand had been cut several times, and in her right hand was the knife that cut her pulse...
He knew this knife. She bought it specifically to deal with him four years ago. Today, she also used this knife to deal with him——
What she cut was not her pulse, but his heart...
Yi Danyou was lying in Leng Qianmo's arms. His embrace was as cold as the one she met six years ago. It had never changed.