His vision gradually blurred, and the outline of that handsome face gradually became unclear.
Why, why can't she do it?
She must kill him!
She must kill him!
She brought the knife closer, and even closer, it was almost touching the skin of his neck!
But still can't do it!
There were only tears that kept rolling down, one after another, and one after another.
The pain was like an invisible hand, twisting her heart hard and blocking her throat. The unbearable conflicting emotions made her almost cry out.
With tears in her eyes, she reached out to cover her lips. Although she suppressed the sobs in her throat, she still couldn't stop the pain in her heart.
No! She can't do it!
She couldn't kill him with her own hands!
Even if he was the murderer who brutally killed Chu Yilun, she couldn't stab the dagger in his hand into his chest with her own hands!
That was something beyond her ability to bear. She couldn't explain why, but she just couldn't do it!
——Realizing this fact, her heart was overwhelmed by the surge of unexplainable emotions, and her tears were still raging, flowing with the force of bursting the embankment.
The dagger in her hand trembled, and she finally put it under the pillow again, and her body fell down, forcing herself to lie next to the demon again.
The tears meandered like clear springs seeping out from the cracks in the rocks, soaking the velvet pillow under my head.
She bit the corners of the quilt, making a muffled rattling sound from her clenched fists or clenched teeth.
Since she can't kill him with her own hands, there is only one way left to avenge Chu Yilun - that is, to obtain the CD as soon as possible and put this man who is like the reincarnation of a demon into death row!
Her thin body, even though she was pregnant, still looked so weak.
Covered under the warm quilt, he was still shivering, looking so weak and petite.
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But Yesi Luo knew that inside that seemingly frail and petite body, there was actually an extremely stoic heart!
Behind this woman who was sobbing in the middle of the night, Yesi Luo's eyes that had been closed suddenly opened, so bright, so dark, and so painful!
He stretched out his generous palms and wanted to take the woman who was in the quagmire of hesitation into his arms, but he was afraid that she would notice that he had been sober all this time.
Yes, he was awake all the time.
Every night, he waited for Cheng Liuli to fall asleep first, so that he could feel sleepy.
But tonight, when the woman had been waiting for him with alert eyes, when the bodyguard whispered to him during the meal, she said she had a knife hidden under the pillow and needed to be disposed of.
Suddenly, he didn't want to expose her, and he didn't want the bodyguard to take away the so-called "murder weapon" that was too ridiculous for him.
He wanted to see how cold-hearted she was to be able to put that dagger into his chest with her own hands!
Her action of turning over to get up, her sharp and rapid breathing, her repeated hesitation and indecision, and the choking that almost made her cry in the end.
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It can almost wake up a dead person.
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No matter how full of loopholes her assassination plan was, no matter how crude and ridiculous the weapons in her hands were, when the woman finally sobbed, his heart was severely pinched by a strange pain!
How ridiculous, a woman who wants to assassinate herself.