"You've made it impossible for me to take revenge ever again! You've left me with no reason to go on living! Do you understand?"
Li Bingyi furiously pounded his crippled leg, his features twisted into a hideous grimace.
"Did you think that because you've been putting on an act and taking care of me all this time, I'd be grateful to you? That I'd forgive you for what you did?"
The angrier Li Bingyi became, the more he spoke. He walked over and kicked Su Weixue in the chest. "In your dreams!"
"I'll never forgive you. I wish I could strangle you with my own hands!"
Su Weixue had never imagined that he had been deceiving her all this time, that all his affection had been fake.
She had even been thinking that once they got out, she would find a good clinic and a skilled bone-setter to mend his leg again. Then she would use some of the medicine from her space—the kind even she was reluctant to use on herself—to make sure his leg recovered completely.
The immense humiliation, combined with the pain in her abdomen, made Su Weixue stop caring about their past affection. With a twist of her wrist, she pulled a sharp Great Machete from her space and swung it forcefully.
"Li Bingyi! You bastard, go to hell!"
Li Bingyi had never expected her to suddenly produce a long blade out of thin air. Caught off guard, his leg, which had only recently been mended, was severed again. This time, both legs were cut off, and the injuries were far worse than before—almost right at the knees.
After a shrill scream, Li Bingyi collapsed to the ground, bright-red blood gushing out like a spring.
"I must have been blind to fall for you! You coward!