"Hanjie, why didn't you just kill me too? I'm also the daughter of your enemy!"
Qin Youxuan screamed hysterically, her gaze landing on the bloodstain across his chest, her panic causing her to clutch at her hair.
How could she have become like this?
How could she have attacked him?
How was she any different from Dan Hanjie?
"Ah—"
Qin Youxuan stumbled and fell to the ground, seated.
"Kitty."
Dan Hanjie wanted to lift her up with affection, but as he bent over, the wound on his chest made him gasp for air.
He placed his hand over his chest.
Stubbornly trying to pick her up.
"Let go of me, I don't want to see you, Dan Hanjie, I hate you! If you can't forgive my father, then kill me too!" Qin Youxuan grabbed scissors from the ground and thrust them into his hand.
"Kill me, do it!"
"Bang—"
Dan Hanjie threw the scissors away and gathered her into his embrace with one arm.
