The blade's edge, less than a centimeter from his chest...
He was not the slightest bit afraid, but Ziyan was so terrified that tears fell constantly, shaking her head trying to move the knife away.
"Kill me, and you'll be free," he said calmly.
Ziyan's mouth gaped open, too anxious to speak, failing to make any sound, with only her lip shape forming: No...
As long as he was willing to let go, everyone could live well.
"Just now, you were ready to stab me, and now you can't bear to?"
Seeing the knife tremble in front of his chest, where the slightest mistake could make it pierce through, Ziyan was so frightened she didn't dare to speak or make any sudden moves.
Yet, he smiled eerily, gripping her hand harder: "Would it be okay if I let you go?"
Watching her stunned expression, he too lost himself momentarily; in their two years of marriage, he had never really taken in her beauty.
