h4Chapter 842: Chapter 843 Desperate for Death 1/h4

Mo Ran tightened the small knife in her hand, ready to defend herself.

Sheughed wildly, tears streaming down her face, her smile deste. "You ask me why?! Do you still not know the reason?! You killed Gu Yixuan, and you think I’ll let you go?!"

Fujiwara Ize clutched his chest, his face pale. "I thought these two weeks were enough for you to forget your hatred. I thought that if I tried hard enough, you would let go of everything from the past."

Mo Ran sneered, showing no intention to hide her mockery.

"You were too self-righteous. These past two weeks, my non-resistance was just for today. I’ll never forget my hatred for you!"

The man’s eyes widened slightly, his chest increasingly painful. For the first time, he felt helpless, felt heartache.

It turns out that being hurt by someone you love is so agonizing...

With one hand propped on the ground, he tried to stand up, only to fall back down.

"Young master!" The bodyguard hurriedly came to support him, but he angrily shoved him away.

"Get lost, I can stand up on my own!" He tried several times and finally managed to stand up, albeit shakily.

Blood soaked his white shirt, looking shocking.

The family doctor arrived quickly, but no one dared to approach.

Fujiwara Ize stood before Mo Ran like a statue, staring at her without expression.

Everyone thought to themselves, this woman was certainly doomed, and would surely die a horrible death.

Mo Ran stared back at him expressionlessly, showing no fear.

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Slowly, Fujiwara Ize spoke, "You stabbed me, do you know the consequences?"

"..."

"I told you, you can’t kill me. Even if you did, you wouldn’t survive. But you didn’t listen and still did it. Do you know I have a thousand ways to torture you to death?"

"Heh, since I dared to kill you, naturally, I have no intention of living! I won’t let you have your way; I will end myself!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint smile appeared in Mo Ran’s eyes. Finally, she could go down and be with Gu Yixuan.

With a swift motion, she aimed the knife at her own chest with force.

"Young master—" everyone eximed.

The knife didn’t pierce Mo Ran’s chest because Fujiwara Ize held the de tightly, stopping her action.

His palm was cut, and blood dripped from the cold de onto Mo Ran’s body.

He yanked the knife away and threw it to the corner of the wall.

"Take her away, no mistakes!" The man said grimly.