He reached out to gently stroke her face, softly asking, "Does the taste of hunger feel good?"
An Ruo shook her head, of course it didn't feel good.
"Do you know, I once killed my first person, just for a bowl of rice, to survive," the man suddenly said.
An Ruo looked up at him in shock, and he continued, "I could kill for survival, but now, I only want you to marry me, why won't you agree? An Ruo, is marrying me really that difficult? I will treat you well, you will live a worry-free life every day, what's wrong with that?"
Looking at him, the hatred in An Ruo's heart suddenly wasn't so intense.
Maybe it was because she was about to die, so she started to let go of everything.
"Xingtian... it's not that I don't agree with you... it's that my heart doesn't agree... my heart belongs to someone else, and I can't control it anymore..."
Xingtian's hand froze, and he pondered, "You're right, when the heart belongs to someone else, you can't control it. My heart is no longer mine."
