"Aren’t you afraid of the wrath of God?"
Was it me who had done wrong?!
Was it me who had stabbed myself?
For countless times, I had wanted to return this stab to Xi Zhan. But when the moment of revenge really came to me, I couldn’t help being soft-hearted.
I went up to him and call him: "Xi Zhan."
He was no longer my second brother.
He was so tall that I had to look up at him.
Xi Zhan looked down at me slightly. I wanted to say something to him, only to find that any word would be superfluous.
Once again, there was a strong sense of dizziness in my head. I walked to Xi Zhan and positioned the tip of the knife against his belly, but he looked fearless, as if he was convinced that I would never stab him!
"Yun er, I deserve this stab."
Even he knew that he deserved the stab.
But I decided not to return that stab on him.
I wanted to make him spend the rest of his life in guilt.