Yang Ruxin frowned, "What if I don't?"
Mieko waved her hand.
A black-clothed person thrust a sword into Yang Baiyue's arm, immediately causing blood to gush out.
Tears of pain fell from Yang Baiyue's eyes.
"Don't...," Yang Ruxin screamed, "don't hurt her...," but she thought to herself that her acting must look quite exaggerated. However, there was no other way, she wasn't professionally trained, so let it be exaggerated. As long as the other party believed she cared for this man, it was fine.
"Then stab yourself."
"I don't have a knife."
A black-clothed person threw a dagger over.
Yang Ruxin picked up the dagger and, after hesitating, didn't dare to stab herself. Instead, she looked up at Mieko, "You might as well reveal your ultimate goal. This is pointless..."
As a result, the black-clothed person stabbed another sword into Yang Baiyue's other arm.
Yang Baiyue's face turned pale, and he glared maliciously at Yang Ruxin.
