Baby you've been counted

Life after life will never be separated?

why?

Why does this sentence sound so harsh?

An Yejue looked blankly at Han Beier who was under his knife, her mouth was stuffed with gauze and she couldn't speak, but her eyes were obsessed with Yu Xiaoyi, her beautiful pupils contained tears, but her eyes seemed to be relieved with joy, like comfort

Is she happy?

Glad to be able to die with him, and then never be separated from life to life?

A sourness spread from his heart, this time, he finally understood what it was like - jealousy!

He is jealous!

Jealous of Yu Xiaoyi being able to confess his love for Han Beier so frankly, jealous of Yu Xiaoyi being able to protect Han Beier regardless of everything...

but……

Why should he be jealous...

His heart became more and more panicked, more and more frightened...

Do not!

No!

He doesn't want to fall in love with Han Beier!

In this world, he can fall in love with anyone, but he must not fall in love with Han Beier!

He doesn't love Han Beier!

I don't love Han Belle!

He could kill her!

He could definitely kill her!

He widened his eyes, and slowly approached Han Beier's snow-white neck with the cold blade...

Yu Xiaoyi opened her eyes wide and watched, cold sweat drenched her whole body like rain, her heart seemed to be so nervous that she wanted to break free from the restraints of her chest, and jumped out of her body

He stared at the Lord of the Night closely. If Lord of the Night really wanted to kill Belle, he would fight for the last chance to hold Lord of the Night hostage and intimidate his subordinates, not daring to press the mechanism...

He knew that the chance of success would be very small, but even if it was a ten-thousandth chance, he would try his best to give it a try!

The cold scalpel was illuminated by the shadowless lamp, and the sharp blade pressed tightly against Han Beier's neck, but it couldn't stop trembling...

An Yejue exerted all his strength, but the blade remained on Han Bei'er's white skin, unable to pierce it any longer...

why?

Why can't he move?

Why did he exhaust all his strength, and his internal organs and blood seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move a bit anymore?

Why does he feel so sad just thinking that the person under the knife will leave him from now on, and he will never see her every move, every frown and smile, as if the whole world collapsed...

No!

Or not!

He desperately thought about the tragic death of Xiao Tong, desperately reminded himself how many years he had hated Han Beier, and desperately wanted to live in Han Beier's body, but he still couldn't move the pain in the breakup. knife……

The five fingers seemed to be frozen, and the wrist began to be numb...

Maybe, Han Beier doesn't have to die...

Maybe, he can keep Han Beier by his side forever, and let the small pupil in her body stay with him forever...

Lord Anye comforted himself like this...

The scalpel was slowly moved away from Han Bei'er's neck, and Yu Xiaoyi's tightly gripped hand also began to loosen bit by bit.

An Yejue took away the scalpel that was on Han Bei'er's neck, turned his head and smiled at Yu Xiaoyi, "Do you want to die together? I don't want to follow your wish!"

"What do you want?" Yu Xiaoyi asked calmly

Because, he already knew what the Lord of the Night wanted

"Go to die yourself!" Lord Anye said coldly