The person holding her trembled all over, releasing his grip suddenly, his whole body stiff as stone.
Mo Ran, in her madness, caught sight of the small knife in the fruit plate and, summoning strength from nowhere, pushed Gu Yixuan away and rushed to grab the knife, ready to stab herself with it.
All she wanted was to be freed; perhaps driving the knife in would actually alleviate her pain.
"Stop!" A loud roar erupted, the knife didn't plunge into her flesh but was instead firmly seized by a strong hand.
In an instant, blood flowed freely, the vivid crimson blinding Mo Ran's eyes.
The knife was snatched away and thrown far aside.
Arms of steel encircled her, Gu Yixuan's angry voice resounded in her ear, "Take it out on me if you're hurting, but don't harm yourself again!"
If she had actually gone through with that stab, he would have crumbled.
Mo Ran cried even harder, struggling forcefully in his embrace, ceaselessly trying to push him away.
