"So you will help me?" Mo Xue'er's smile was bittersweet.
After a long silence, Huo Siqian slowly nodded.
Mo Xue'er was finally able to let out a sigh of relief.
She knew that he was willing to help her one last time no matter how merciless or ruthless he was.
Huo Siqian slowly put one hand on Mo Xue'er's shoulder and leaned over to her face.
It had been a long time since Mo Xue'er smelled this familiar scent. Right there, she started crying.
She thought back to how deeply she loved Huo Siqian. Huo Siqian was a man that she shouldn't have fallen in love with but she had chosen this malicious path. She finally realized this mistake.
"Siqian, if there is a next life, I hope we don't meet. Let our connection separate from now on…" Mo Xue'er's voice was hoarse.
Huo Siqian nodded. Then, he stabbed a knife into Mo Xue'er's heart.
The pain was sudden and sharp, yet short. Mo Xue'er felt like all the air was drained out of her body.
