Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 1207 Perhaps Letting Her Kill Himself Is The Best Apology

"..."

After Changsheng listened to his words, the anger in his heart seemed to be poured with oil, even worse than before.

Seeing that she didn't come up, Ah Lan smiled helplessly: "Aren't you going to kill me?"

After he finished speaking, he approached her, but she frowned and took a step back.

Seeing this, Ah Lan couldn't laugh or cry: "I won't hurt you, I just give you a chance to kill me, why do you want to back off, reluctant to kill me?"

"Heh, why would I be reluctant to kill you?"

Changsheng felt good about his provocative method, but she still didn't step forward to do it.

Ah Lan sighed again when she saw it, and then transformed an ordinary-looking dagger from her hand for her to hold.

"It can kill me and never come back to life, so you won't hate me anymore..."

Changsheng's hand holding the dagger trembled for some reason. She clearly wanted to kill him, but now she was wavering. She had always wanted to kill him, but when it came time to kill him, why did she waver?

"Pfft—!"

She had just thought of this, but when she was distracted, he held her hand and stabbed the dagger into the center of his heart. The hot and humid blood immediately overflowed from the wound, staining the fishy-sweet wetness on the front of his clothes little by little. I mean, it's getting bigger and bigger...

"!"

When Changsheng came to his senses, the situation was irreversible. He said that this dagger could kill him completely, and he would never be resurrected...

This information immediately shocked her brain to a blank, her heart seemed to be falling into her stomach and throbbing, she twitched from the cold, her pupils dilated instantly, and she didn't know how to react...

Does he want to die that much?
She seemed...not really going to kill him...

When Alan pierced his heart with the dagger, a smell of iron surged up his throat, no matter how tightly he closed his mouth, he couldn't restrain it from coming out from the corner of his mouth...

He endured the pain, his handsome eyebrows frowned into a deep "river", when he raised his eyes, he didn't see her appearance as expected, obviously she hated him so much and wanted him to die, why did she look shocked ?
"...Can't bear to...do I die?"

He opened his mouth to ask her a question with difficulty, and just after he finished speaking, he was choked up by the blood rushing up his throat and coughed several times...

"It's better if you die... I don't have to hate you anymore..."

Changsheng stared straight at him when he heard the sound, his voice was trembling slightly, and tears were rolling in his eyes, but she didn't notice that the knife stabbed him in the wound, and for some reason, her heart also hurt badly , the whole body seemed to be numb, and even breathing became difficult.

Alan smiled wryly: "That's good..."

"..."

Changsheng didn't know how to respond, he watched his big hand slowly loosening his hand, he watched his eyes lose their luster a little bit, and she seemed to be suffocating...

I couldn't hear the sound in my ears, my chest heaved violently, the tears that had been swirling for a long time condensed into beads, and instantly burst down the embankment...

Alan felt her eardrums swelled up badly, she lost her sense of the pain in her chest little by little, snowflakes began to fall in her eyes, and the more they disappeared, the denser it became, as if the old black and white TV could not receive the signal. Fading out of his sight, the moment her teardrop fell, his body also lost its balance and fell backwards...

She will no longer hate him in the future, and can finally be happy.

She must not know that when he talked to her in the garden of the Emperor's Mansion, the girl he was talking about was her... He just told her in another way.

In fact, he always thought that he really wanted to say sorry to her...

But he couldn't say it, maybe letting her kill himself is the best apology.

(End of this chapter)