Back then, she died so tragically because of him, wasn't it justified?
Can she really be blamed for being too foolish to be manipulated? How many people can remain rational in the face of love?
Aurelia held the knife and walked to Mason Nightshade, the tip pressing into his left chest, inch by inch piercing through.
Mason's expression did not change, his eyes did not blink, he looked at her with deep affection and tenderness.
"You think I don't dare to kill you?" The knife was already partially embedded, Aurelia's face was cold, staring fixedly into Mason's eyes.
She truly couldn't tell if what this man said was true or false.
But still, she wanted to ask.
Perhaps she was mad.
After all, having loved this man for so long, no matter if his words were true or false, she still wanted to hear them.
Mason just smiled indulgently and helplessly, glanced down at the knife in his chest, "Aren't you already making your move?"
