His eyes filled with unprecedented panic and helplessness, he didn't even know whether he should pull his hand back or what to do, just staring in shock at the blood-drenched woman before him.
He was even more unwilling to ponder how much she must have longed for death—someone so unable to bear pain—to pierce herself with one arrow, endure unbearable agony, pull it out, and stab herself with another.
Only with a heart set on dying... could she accomplish such a thing.
Qin Manman gripped the arrow in her chest and his hand at the same time, blood streaming relentlessly. She looked at the man she had loved for ten years, the only man she had ever loved in her life, and said, "..."
She called his name, her mind suddenly startlingly clear in what seemed to be the final burst of clarity before her death, "I can finally… be free… After loving you for so long… I didn't want to hate you… But you always forced me to hate you…"
