Chu Molin watched their actions, and finally his expression wasn't as cold. Otherwise, whenever he thought about the knife cutting into his wife's body, he felt a heartache so intense he could hardly breathe.
"Chu Molin, take this and drink it." Qin Xue poured a small bowl, placed it in front of Chu Molin, and looked at him.
"I don't want it." How could Chu Molin take his wife's blood to heal his own hidden wounds?
"If you don't drink it, I'll pour it out." Qin Xue was about to pour the blood from the bowl onto the ground, Qing Qing looked at Chu Molin with determination, letting him know that if he really didn't drink it, she truly would spill it.
"Xue'er, how can you force me like this?" Chu Molin looked at his wife with heartache. Didn't she know that by forcing him like this, she was practically taking his life?
"Yes, I am forcing you. So, will you drink or not?" Qin Xue inclined the bowl even more, just a bit more resistance, and the blood inside would be spilled, wasted.
