Xiao Qiang froze for a moment, about to scold her, when suddenly he thought of Zhao Qing, the innocent person who had been dragged down to death by him!
Xiao Qiang carefully considered his words and helplessly said, "There are some things we can't solve, and all we can do is helplessly accept them? Can you tell me why you wanted to commit suicide? Maybe if you did, you'd feel a little better."
Upon hearing Xiao Qiang's words, Zhang Xiao'ou gradually lifted her head, a few bright tears hanging on her eyelashes. Her voice was soft, but her tone was extraordinarily determined. "Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't stop me from committing suicide."
Xiao Qiang nodded and said lightly, "I saved you for my own reasons. You just need to tell me."
At some point, sunlight had broken through the layers of dark clouds and illuminated Zhang Xiao'ou, as if enveloping her in golden robes. Unfortunately, the woman was filled with a desolate sadness, a sense of helplessness that was inexpressible.