Shi Mei was somewhat dazed, lowering her eyes to glance at the knife in her hand.
The boning knife was cold, narrow, and sharp.
Under the light indoors, it emitted a dangerously sharp glint.
Shi Lingyan held her hand, pressing the tip of the knife against his own heart, his voice hoarse and severe, "Push it in."
Shi Mei’s eyelashes trembled, she looked up to see his face, as resolute and rugged as ever.
Shi Lingyan gazed at her intently, his eyes dark as the deep night abyss, impenetrably deep, "This time, there will be no mistake."
Saying this, he actually grasped the knife handle and forcefully pressed it toward his heart.
Shi Lingyan was wearing only a dark cashmere overcoat and a thin, pale blue shirt.
The warmth of a man’s palm traveled from the back of her hand, and as his force applied, the boning knife gradually penetrated deeper, the blade already piercing through his coat, allowing Shi Mei to feel clearly the resistance it met.
The resistance the knife met with cloth was completely different from that with skin.
This was the feeling of a blade entering flesh.
Yet his expression was resolute, his face unchanged, his gaze fixed on her throughout.
Shi Mei felt like something was tearing at her heart, her pupils shaking violently.
"Do you still remember what I taught you?" Shi Lingyan suddenly tightened his grip on her hand, his voice steady as if merely stating something utterly effortless, "In the human body, between the fourth and fifth ribs on the left chest, going downwards... what is there?"
His voice softened suddenly, like that day under the school’s shade, when his eyes had only her in them.
Tears welled up without warning, and Shi Mei almost instinctively jerked her hand back.
The boning knife fell to the ground, and as it fell, blood splattered, a red color nearly three centimeters at the tip of the blade starkly visible.
Shi Mei looked at the bloodstains and the knife on the ground, stepping back quickly, her voice trembling, "Madman..."
After saying this, Shi Mei realized how terribly her own voice was quivering, containing a terror-stricken choke.
Realizing her own emotions, Shi Mei suddenly came to, what had she done!
It was just a bit, just a little bit...
Just a little deeper, and he would have been beyond saving!
But the tears on her face told her clearly, she didn’t want him to die, not at all, not even a little...
Shi Mei suddenly felt bewildered.
Yet Shi Lingyan smiled contentedly, his eyes reddening, but the satisfied smile was like that of a grown boy who hadn’t yet matured, "You still can’t bear to do it."
Shi Mei’s mind was a mess, buzzing.
Watching him take steps towards her, Shi Mei instinctively moved back, her gaze landing on the wound on his chest where the blood had already soaked through his shirt, wetting a patch.
The blood was even dripping down the hem of his clothes, drop by drop.
Following his footsteps, a trail of blood formed behind him.
Shi Mei’s lips trembled, and she turned rapidly, fleeing in panic.
Shi Lingyan was quick to react, grabbing her hand, "Tang Wu!"
Shi Mei screamed, shoving him away forcefully, but the next moment she burst into cries of pain, "Don’t push me, don’t force me..."
Shi Mei ultimately couldn’t hold back and sobbed uncontrollably.
She should have killed him, she shouldn’t have let go, shouldn’t have been soft-hearted.
But she just couldn’t do it, she simply couldn’t...
"Why lie to yourself," Shi Lingyan’s deep voice whispered in her ear, "Tang Wu, our wedding has been waiting for you for nearly four years, come back."
I’ve been writing this Chapter since four in the morning until past six, the aloof Li Li took some medicine but still can’t sleep, I’m about to cry from sleepiness, need those votes~