The Butcher collapsed to the ground in confusion, his face turning pale as he stammered, "How could this happen? Why is there no response? This shouldn't be, how could this be possible?"
After trying for some time, Su Youzhu also failed to elicit any response.
"I'm sorry."
She whispered softly, "It seems I won't be able to stay with you any longer."
The girl's voice was calm yet carried an unprecedented anxiety, without a hint of regret.
Because Su Youzhu had always wanted to do something for the boy.
Without this father and son, she would have died long ago.
She was not afraid of death, only worried that after her death, he would be alone and lonely.
Gu Jianlin stared at her expressionlessly, her face reflecting distantly in his vacant gaze.
"If you die, I will hate you forever."
He spoke, emphasizing each word.
