The sharp knife met the tender skin, a trace of crimson blood seeped out, and Lin Xirou's delicate face began to slowly turn pale.
Clang.
The knife fell to the ground, and Lin Xirou's legs grew weak as she sat on the edge of the bed, watching the blood dripping from her wrist.
"Ye Qiu, farewell forever. In the next life, I hope to meet you again."
Lin Xirou's consciousness gradually blurred, leaning against the bed, slowly closing her eyes.
At this moment, her phone suddenly rang.
Hearing this particular ringtone, Lin Xirou, whose awareness was previously scattered, suddenly regained Spirit, opening her eyes wide and searching for her phone.
After searching frantically, she found her phone. Seeing the name Ye Qiu on the screen, Lin Xirou's hand trembled as she held the phone.
"After so long, you're finally willing to call me?"
Lin Xirou answered the call silently, and on the other end, Ye Qiu was silent too.
