She chuckled and said, âNo way. Did you know that she killed someone before? Thatâs when I showed up. She couldnât believe she killed someone, so she created me. Iâm different from her. I like blood.â
She then licked her lips.
Ji Shitingâs pupils contracted. âDid you hurt Ye Haocheng too?â
âThatâs right.â She tilted her head. âBut I didnât do it on purpose. I just wanted to see blood. But after she woke up, she was so afraid. Sheâs so useless.â
It was as if Ji Shiting was looking at a small, pitiful figure.
He swallowed hard and said, âYou can go back now.â
âI donât want it. I havenât seen blood in a long time,â she said, looking like a girl who had lost her temper because she didnât have any candy.
Ji Shitingâs heart skipped a beat. Ye Shengge was nine years old when her memories were sealed, which meant that her second personality might still be conscious when she was nine. As long as Shengge was determined, it wouldnât be difficult to destroy that personality.
âYou wonât leave until you see blood?â Ji Shiting stared at her.
âYes.â She smiled wickedly and raised her right hand. âI have a knife.â
The woman was indeed holding a sharp fruit knife. She had been hiding it in her robe just now.
Ji Shiting said, âAre you going to make me bleed?â
She sized him up and shook her head, âNo, I canât beat you.â
She then pointed the knife at herself and said, âWould you feel sorry if I hurt this body?â
âStop!â Ji Shitingâs expression changed. âIf you have to see blood, I can stand still and let you do whatever you want.â
âYou are lying. If I go over, youâll definitely snatch my knife.â She blinked, and in the next second, she cut her left arm.
âShengge!â Ji Shiting couldnât breathe seeing the blood on the womanâs arm.
He rushed toward her, but the woman pointed the knife at her heart.
âDonât come over,â she threatened.
Ji Shiting had to stop himself. âDonât hurt this body. Youâll disappear if you kill her.â
His voice was literally begging.
âItâs alright. Iâm not afraid.â She licked her lips, enjoying the manâs terrified and pained expression. She sighed. âYou care about her a lot. Why did you make her sad?â
Ji Shiting clenched his fist and said, âPut down the knife.â
âNo,â she said and smiled. She unbuttoned her shirt and put the knife to her chest.
Ji Shiting was shocked. âWhat are you trying to do?â
The manâs voice was hoarse and painful as he looked at her chest. It was supposed to be a seductive scene, but Ji Shiting only noticed that the tip of the fruit knife had sunk into her skin.
Ji Shiting was afraid that she would really stick the knife in, so he didnât dare act rashly. However, it was the most torturous thing to see.
âWhat do I want to do?â She looked confused. âActually, I donât know either. Why donât we...â