Gu Moning closed her eyes, showing no intention of flinching.
Zhao Dong's expression changed, and just as he was about to step in, the fruit knife in Li Xiaoran's hand clattered powerlessly to the ground, her face stricken with grief.
Gu Moning slowly opened her eyes and choked out, "Xiaoran, why didn't you do it?"
Li Xiaoran wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, gave a self-deprecating smile, and said hoarsely, "Gu Moning, just go..."
Gu Moning hesitated. "Xiaoran, have you... forgiven us?"
Li Xiaoran's eyes were lifeless as she suddenly clutched her head with a pained expression, fresh tears streaming down her face. "I can't do it... I just can't do it! Gu Moning, get out, just get out! I never want to see you again!"
Gu Moning also began to cry, holding Li Xiaoran tightly. "Xiaoran, I know you're hurting. I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry!"
