CHAPTER 467: CHAPTER 467: HEARTACHE—HOW CAN YOU BREAK YOUR PROMISE?

Shen Cheng’s composed response deepened the smile in Feng Jiu Mei’s eyes. Watching her finish a glass of water, he spoke, "Let me show you something."

He turned around, his slender fingers swept across the screen on the wall, and an image immediately appeared.

In the image, Cai Mingjiao was lying on the ground, her hands, body, and the floor were all covered in blood.

"Since the item has already been handed over, you should keep your promise now. You have two options, one, we’ll send you off. Two, you end it yourself by your own hand!"

She stared fixedly in a certain direction, her eyes bloodshot, resembling a ruthless demon.

Five meters away from her, Shi Yu stood upright, his solitary and proud figure still strikingly handsome.

"Such trivialities, I prefer to handle them myself."

Hearing the familiar voice and seeing the face that was etched in her mind, Shen Cheng’s heart involuntarily clenched.

She took a deep breath, only to see the smile suddenly fade from his lips in the image.

Then, he slowly raised his hand and aimed the gun at his own temple.

"No!"

As if driven mad, she rose and threw herself at the screen.

But suddenly, the image went black!

Shen Cheng’s eyes reddened and grew warm, unknown liquids flowing from the corners of her eyes and dropping...

She had never thought that one day she would care about a man so much!

So much that she would rather be the one with the gun to her head.

At this moment, she kept asking in her heart: Love, love, love?

Finally, she reached an answer: Love!

As if all strength had been drained from her body, she leaned against the wall, slowly squatted down, powerless, and hugged her knees, burying her face.

This weak and fragile her was heart-wrenching and unbearable to watch.

Watching her tiny body tremble slightly and hearing the low sobs, a hint of mercy flashed through Feng Jiu Mei’s eyes.

He bent over, reaching out to touch her shoulder, but she brushed his hand away, "Don’t touch me!"

Shen Cheng raised her head, wiped the tears from her face, and stared coldly at him, word by word, "Kill me!"

Feng Jiu Mei’s hand still paused mid-air, it took him several seconds to withdraw his hand, squatting in front of her, trying to brush aside her messy hair.

However, Shen Cheng turned her face away to avoid his touch, looking directly at him, her voice even colder: "I told you to kill me!"

"You really are strong... it’s heartbreaking."

The expression in Feng Jiu Mei’s eyes became complicated, his hand reached out towards her face, but just as it was about to touch her, he promptly paused and pulled back.

He stood up, suddenly turned, and walked out, not even glancing back once.

Shen Cheng finally let down her guard, shed the thorns around her, and collapsed to the ground...

She didn’t know why she suddenly lost her rationality, why she suddenly became so fragile.

Hot tears spilled out of her eyes again, sliding over her chin, drop by drop, staining her clothes broadly.

Wiping away the tears with her hand, the tears uncontrollably flowed again.

She lifted her head, looking up through the transparent crystal glass, refusing to let the tears fall any further.

Her hand planted on the ground clenched into a fist so tightly that even the nails digging into her palm didn’t feel painful.

In her heart, she kept telling herself over and over, he isn’t dead, he surely isn’t dead!

He had promised to pamper her for a lifetime, spoil her for a lifetime, be with her for a lifetime; how could he not keep his word?