At this point, Gu Yan paused for a moment. When he spoke again, he squinted his eyes tightly, "But I think I should keep this plan from her for now to prevent her from doing something more extreme when she finds out."
Gu Yan had said so much, so Nie Xiaoxing just held back for the moment and didn't say anything more.
...
Gu Yan and Nie Xiaoxing arrived at the little villa, and it was quite serendipitous.
Yuan Lei was just about to slit her wrists with an eyebrow trimmer.
Gu Yan and Nie Xiaoxing looked on coldly, neither of them moved.
"I've done such a thing, I'm sorry to my cousin. Rather than living with the guilt, I'd be better off dead." Yuan Lei spoke tearfully to herself, 'itching to try' to slit her wrists.
Nie Xiaoxing's face seemed as if it were embedded with a piece of ice, coldly watching Yuan Lei's hesitant wrist holding the eyebrow trimmer.
Gu Yan's face was equally grim as he walked over to stand in front of Yuan Lei.
