Qin Shaojin stood there, his beautiful fingers holding a cigarette pressed against his temple, "Don't pull this trick every time, okay? Even if you die here, it's got nothing to do with me."
He turned to leave the room.
Shu Mengmeng looked up, her eyes under disheveled hair stared at Qin Shaojin's back, slowly turning red, "Don't go, Third Brother."
Just as Qin Shaojin opened the door, he heard a "crash" behind him. Turning around, he saw a shattered wine bottle on the floor.
Shu Mengmeng stood barefoot amidst it, her face growing increasingly pale.
Qin Shaojin glanced briefly, and walked away.
Shu Mengmeng broke into tears, "Third Brother, if you're with another woman, there's no point in me living!"
As soon as the words fell, she picked up a shard of glass and fiercely slashed it across her neck.
