"You love me too much, can't bear to blame me, using your death to return my freedom?" Fang Tao coldly pointed at the scars on his neck, "Is this how you love me too much, can't bear to blame me, and want to return my freedom?"
Zhou Nanping, can you stop making it sound so nice? We've been married for several years; do you think I don't know what your temper is like?
Don't use loving me as a pretense. The person you love most is yourself, isn't it? When you can't get what you want, you resort to such extremes, only to satisfy yourself.
Or perhaps you haven't even realized it? Think about it now, if at that time I had persuaded you, had pulled you back, what would have happened to you?"
If I had persuaded, had pulled you back, what would have happened to me? Zhou Nanping was in a daze for a long while, sighed: "Yes, you really did persuade me, pull me back, maybe I wouldn't want to die. But, because of this, were you just going to watch me die with your eyes wide open?"
