Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 72

The sharp point of a knife aimed at her heart. As long as it was pierced in, Song Luan would be killed on the spot.

Zhao Nanyu tremblingly held the hilt of the knife. His forehead was sweating, his voice was extremely low and hoarse, as he breathlessly said, "I can't do it."

The dagger fell to the ground with a 'dang'.

Song Luan held up the last bit of her strength to bend down to pick up the dagger on the ground. With such a simple action, she was sweating with pain. She gently put the dagger in his palm and said, "It's painful. It's painful even when I'm sleeping."

All this time, she wanted to die. Her organs were decaying, her chest felt like there was a big hand pressing down on her, her heart was being clenched tightly, and everything inside her was stirring wildly.

Even breathing was a heavy pain.

Zhao Nanyu's tears fell on her cheek, Song Luan suddenly realized that her death was a relief for her, but a torture for Zhao Nanyu.

It must be hard to kill someone you yourself love.

But she really couldn't care about his mood anymore.

She raised her chin and looked at Zhao Nanyu with red tearful eyes. She covered her chest with one hand, curled up and breathed heavily. "It really hurts. Please save me."

The sharp tingling spread from the soles of her feet and to her brain, her limbs and bones, and every place couldn't avoid this sharp and extreme pain.

Song Luan screamed indiscriminately. Due to the loss of strength, her groaning was lower than her usual tone, and her original beautiful facial features were gradually distorted as it turned bloodless.

Five pale fingers grabbed Zhao Nanyu's sleeve, "Kill me....please kill me."

Zhao Nanyu gently kissed her eyebrows, then he slowly closed his eyes, and opened them right after.

He clenched the dagger tightly, his eyes were numb, and with a 'hissing' sound, the tip of the knife plunged into her flesh, and it directly pierced her heart.

Song Luan fell into his arms, the corners of her lips showed a satisfied smile.

It was almost exactly the same as the picture she had seen in her dream. She died in his arms by his hands.

Zhao Nanyu pressed her head on his shoulder, while he hoarsely whispered, "It's alright..it's alright. It doesn't hurt anymore, don't cry."

"Okay, you won't feel anymore pain, right?"

At the moment when she was stabbed to death, Song Luan's soul seemed to be pulled violently, and pictures of memories came together all at once.

Song Luan remembered a lot of things, like how she was very self-willed. Zhao Nanyu said more than many times that she liked to walk on the ground barefoot, but she had never heard of it. Every time, he would shake his head helplessly while chuckling, then would grab her foot, lower his body, and put on the shoes for her.

In the winter, the snow in the capital was so heavy, and the weather was colder than usual. Zhao Nanyu made her a big snowman. At that time, she didn't have time to ask how long it took him.

He must have suffered in the cold to make such a big snowman like that.

This man had been tolerating her small temperament, and her arrogance. He is taciturn, domineering, and tolerant.

Song Luan hadn't felt relaxed for a long time. Her soul was floating in the air. Many memories that do not belong to her were all in her mind.

Suddenly, her soul was pulled out of the world.