This opportunity isn't about life or death, but whether Chu Chengrui dies by her hand or Chu Ge's hand.
Although both aim to kill Chu Chengrui, to Chu Shiyao, the significance is vastly different.
"Clack"
Chu Shiyao placed the long surgical knife on the lab table, its snow-bright blade, thin as a cicada's wing, buzzing softly.
After her gaze lingered on the long surgical knife for two seconds, Chu Shiyao turned her eyes to Chu Ge and spoke, "Brother Chu, I hope you can ask him two more questions."
Chu Ge nodded.
"I want to know if he ever had relatives he truly cared for. Why he previously wanted to swap my heart for that sister I've never met – what was the reason behind it?"
Chu Ge sighed, a few traces of pity in those calm eyes, "Does it... matter? Perhaps some things are better left unanswered forever."
Chu Shiyao said nothing, but her firm gaze, coupled with an even stronger wave of spiritual power, gave Chu Ge the best answer.
