Quan Jingzhou couldn't breathe. He reached out in fear, wanting to stop her. "Lin Yue, no… help…"
"Help you? Who will help me, then? Jingzhou, when you abandoned me, I was in much more pain than you are now. You abandoned me and our son. What right do you have to appear in front of me again? Don't you think you deserve to die?" Lu Xian slowly retreated, merging with the fiery roses behind her. The blood-colored roses wrapped around her body, making her look even more beautiful and melancholic.
Quan Jingzhou wanted to deny it. He wanted to argue that things were not as Lu Xian had imagined.
However, Quan Jingzhou was powerless to struggle. His vision darkened and he lost consciousness.
"Jingzhou, Jingzhou, wake up!"
Quan Jingzhou suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he was not in the rose garden, but in his room.
He was currently strangling himself with both hands. He was the one suffocating himself.
