Xiao Zexin thought her request was too outrageous.
Both options were playing a joke with her life.
How could she ask him to cut her?
Xiao Zexin stopped struggling, looking at her with pain: "Ruyue, don't force me."
Nangong Ruyue endured the pain in her heart: "If I don't push you, will your illness be cured? Are you really going to wait until you're schizophrenic to regret it?!"
Xiao Zexin was shaken all over!
"I... I'm not schizophrenic..."
"Yes, you're not now, but can you guarantee that you won't be in the future?!"
"..." Actually, he was already a little bit, but he could control it.
Nangong Ruyue's attitude was very firm: "I can't let anything happen to you. So you choose, do you want to cut me now or do it on the operating table?"
"You're crazy, this will kill you!"
"No, I won't die..."
"How do you know!"
Nangong Ruyue showed a faint smile: "I know, as long as you're here, I won't die."
