"Throw it away?" Zhan Cangqiong's lips curled up, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes. His well-defined fingers gently stroked the handle of the fruit knife, as if he could still feel the remaining heat on it. Then, it was the back of the knife, and the blade. Even if the sharp blade were to cut his skin again, he did not care. He caressed the fruit knife like he was caressing his lover's skin and said in a soft voice, "No, it shouldn't be thrown away. It should be kept."
Shen Sisi's pupils contracted, but she forced a smile. "What's there to keep?" What a crazy guy! He actually wanted to keep the weapon that injured him? Besides, he was a clean freak. How could he not despise the fruit knife that Shen Hanxing had used and thrown to the ground?
