He finished speaking and suddenly turned around.
Yan Xinxin was still drowning in the grief and resentment of losing her baby. Seeing Mo Chuxi turn back, she noticed he was holding a fruit knife in his hand.
"The harm I've inflicted on you is already irreversible and beyond repair. Since that's the case, do the thing you've wanted to do most over the last five years."
Mo Chuxi walked up to Yan Xinxin and turned the handle of the fruit knife toward her.
"Kill me."
Hearing this, Yan Xinxin froze for a moment.
Seeing her dazed, Mo Chuxi took the initiative to press the handle of the knife into her right hand.
"If doing this can ease your pain, then kill me."
He stepped closer to her and pointed at his chest.
"The heart is located right here."
Yan Xinxin lifted her tear-filled eyes, dazed and clouded, and looked at the man standing before her. Slowly, she raised her right hand, clutching the fruit knife.
