Xuan pulled back just enough to look into her hollow, tear-streaked eyes. His jealousy flared at the sight of the hospital ID bracelet still on her wrist. He ripped it off with a snarl, flinging the plastic into the dark water below. "No more debts. No more families. No more 'saviors'," he hissed, his face inches from hers. He took a small, sharp piece of stone from the bridge railing and pressed it into his palm until blood welled up, then pressed his hand against hers. "From this moment, the only blood that matters is the blood we share." Ning didn't flinch; she leaned into the pain, her extreme level of possessiveness making her crave the mark. "I'll kill them if they try to take me again, Xuan. I'll kill myself if I have to look at Wei Chen's face one more time," she vowed, her voice steady with a terrifying resolve. The misery of their past twenty-nine chapters had forged them into something harder than diamond. They heard the distant wail of police cruisers and the frantic shouting of the Wei security team approaching the bridge. Xuan looked at the approaching lights, a cold, lethal smile spreading across his face. He didn't plan to run. He planned to finish the war that started with a car crash. "Let them come," he whispered, pulling her behind him as he stood at the edge of the abyss. "They think they saved a family, but all they did was wake a demon." The extreme level of their misunderstanding with society was now complete; they were no longer a couple, but a single, vengeful entity. As the first searchlight hit them, Ning gripped Xuan's hand so tightly her knuckles turned white. They weren't victims anymore; they were the architects of their own beautiful, catastrophic end.
