Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

The scar is two to three centimeters long. Although it has healed long ago, this scar can never be eliminated and will accompany him for the rest of his life.

Liang Nianhe's pupils shrank.

"Do you still remember the origin of this scar?" Si Moli curled his lips and asked softly.

"...Of course." Liang Nianhe said, "It's just that I still don't understand. Is this scar hurt by me, or did you hurt yourself?"

That scene, when I think about it, is still vivid and clear in my memory.

It was the knife she had been hiding under her pillow, and it was she who wanted to assassinate Si Moli.

But in the end, she stabbed herself.

Liang Nianhe thought that if Si Moli kept saying he loved her, if she was hurt, he would be in more pain and discomfort than she would be.

So instead of killing him, she chose to stab herself.

At the critical moment, the tip of her knife did not penetrate her body, but Si Moli held the blade firmly.

He grabbed the knife with quick eyes and quick hands.

He stopped her from stabbing herself, but she insisted on stabbing herself.

During the confrontation, the knife went deeper and deeper into Si Moli's palm, leaving this scar.

This is the testimony that they have loved, hated, hurt and suffered...

"Consider it lucky that I saved your life." Si Moli replied, "It's worth it."

Liang Nianhe lowered his eyes and looked at the scar.

Every time he held her hand, she would feel the scar, which brought back the thrilling memories of that night.

Because of this injury, Si Moli's hands can no longer lift heavy objects.

The sharp blade almost cut through his palm and lost the hand.

Later, when he refused to go to the hospital, she still changed his dressing and bandaged him every time.

Memories came to mind.

But, why would Si Moli bring up this matter now?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he heard Si Moli say calmly: "Liang Nianhe, can the grudge between us be resolved with a knife?"

She was shocked!

"You stab me again, or you'll kill me, or we'll be clean and you stay with me." Si Moli smiled slightly, "Okay?"

"Si Moli, are you crazy?"

"Yes, I'm crazy," he responded. "From the moment I knew that you were the woman who cured me that night, and that your child was mine, I was completely crazy..."

His smile became more and more obvious: "Liang Nianhe, I owe you what I owe you, and I will repay it with my life. Is that enough?"

After pausing for a few seconds, he thought for a moment: "If it's not enough, stab me a few more times until your anger is gone."

Liang Nianhe was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "You, you..."

"I would rather you take my life or die than divorce you and let go of your hand." Si Moli said, "Compared with your life, you are more important."

After the words fell, he turned around.

Liang Nianhe knew that he was going to get... a knife!

"No!" She immediately held his hand, "Si Moli, you, you can't go... you can't..."

"The problem between us must be resolved." He held her hand instead, "Liang Nianhe, I have nothing to give you, and you have never cared about my power and wealth. So I only have this A life..."

"I'll pay you with my life."

After the words fell, Si Moli's hand loosened.

His turning movement was so decisive.

Liang Nianhe tried to catch him again, but only touched a piece of his clothes.

She watched helplessly as he pulled out the knife.

It was still the one she had hidden under her pillow, so familiar.