She chuckled and said, “No way. Did you know that she killed someone before? That’s when I showed up. She couldn’t believe she killed someone, so she created me. I’m different from her. I like blood.”
She then licked her lips.
Ji Shiting’s pupils contracted. “Did you hurt Ye Haocheng too?”
“That’s right.” She tilted her head. “But I didn’t do it on purpose. I just wanted to see blood. But after she woke up, she was so afraid. She’s so useless.”
It was as if Ji Shiting was looking at a small, pitiful figure.
He swallowed hard and said, “You can go back now.”
“I don’t want it. I haven’t seen blood in a long time,” she said, looking like a girl who had lost her temper because she didn’t have any candy.
Ji Shiting’s 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 wouldn’t be difficult to destroy that personality.
“You won’t leave until you see blood?” Ji Shiting stared at her.
“Yes.” She smiled wickedly and raised her right hand. “I have a knife.”
The woman was indeed holding a sharp fruit knife. She had been hiding it in her robe just now.
Ji Shiting said, “Are you going to make me bleed?”
She sized him up and shook her head, “No, I can’t beat you.”
She then pointed the knife at herself and said, “Would you feel sorry if I hurt this body?”
“Stop!” Ji Shiting’s expression changed. “If you have to see blood, I can stand still and let you do whatever you want.”
“You are lying. If I go over, you’ll definitely snatch my knife.” She blinked, and in the next second, she cut her left arm.
“Shengge!” Ji Shiting couldn’t breathe seeing the blood on the woman’s arm.
He rushed toward her, but the woman pointed the knife at her heart.
“Don’t come over,” she threatened.
Ji Shiting had to stop himself. “Don’t hurt this body. You’ll disappear if you kill her.”
His voice was literally begging.
“It’s alright. I’m not afraid.” She licked her lips, enjoying the man’s terrified and pained expression. She sighed. “You care about her a lot. Why did you make her sad?”
Ji Shiting clenched his fist and said, “Put down the knife.”
“No,” she said and smiled. She unbuttoned her shirt and put the knife to her chest.
Ji Shiting was shocked. “What are you trying to do?”
The man’s 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 didn’t dare act rashly. However, it was the most torturous thing to see.
“What do I want to do?” She looked confused. “Actually, I don’t know either. Why don’t we…”