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nHe picked up the scalpel and prepared to dissect her and take out her organs, when he heard a loud noise.

nHe quickly turned his head. Bai Weiwei, who was already unable to walk, had fallen off the operating table. She stretched out her hand, looking for something sharp.

nSong Yunhuan moved so quickly he left a mirage where he stood.

nHe reached out to hold her, but she slapped his hand away.

nSong Yunhuan reacted slowly. He looked at his hand. On the back was a deep scar.

nBai Weiwei held a scalpel in her hand.

nShe looked at him like she was looking at a stranger.

nHer eyes were cold.

n“You’re not Song Yunhuan.”

nThe knife in her hand seemed to be digging into his heart.

nSong Yunhuan’s hands were motionless in the air. He didn’t know if he wanted to go over and hug her.

nHis face was blank, as if he didn’t know what to look like.

nBai Weiwei leaned against the bed with her knife in hand, her fingers trembling particularly hard.

n“You’re just a monster.”

n“…”

n“Song Yunhuan isn’t like you. Even if he’s a loner, he would never hurt anybody.”

n“…”

n“He’s smart but doesn’t flaunt it, he doesn’t like to make friends, but for things that will help others, he will do his best.”

n“…”

n“He feeds wild cats, donates, he likes just and kind anime characters…”

n“…”

nBai Weiwei choked up and couldn’t suppress her tears. “He’s not like you.”

nSong Yunhuan kept his posture, bent over and hand extended. Seeming to long for something, but afraid to get close.

nShe hated him.

nHe didn’t expect that one day he would see hatred in Bai Weiwei’s eyes.

nAnd it was because of him.

nBai Weiwei mumbled, “I like Song Yunhuan, not you. I want to make you human, because I like the you when you were human.”

nSong Yunhuan felt his heart throb in pain.

nHe clearly had no heartbeat, so how could it hurt to this extent.

nBai Weiwei sneered, “You’re as fierce as the devil. The zombie virus corrupted all the good things about humanity in you. You’re no longer the man I secretly envied and admired.”

nSong Yunhuan opened and closed his mouth several times. Finally, he whispered, “Stop it.”

nBai Weiwei: “You kill people, you eat people. You are not human.”

nSong Yunhuan’s eyes were sad. He wanted to explain, but he didn’t know how to say it.

nIn fact, he only killed people who tried to kill him.

nHe ate people…he didn’t eat people. He controlled his appetite and only drank blood.

nHe wasn’t…wasn’t…

nNo, Bai Weiwei was right. He was a monster.

nFaced with the fact that Bai Weiwei was dying, he found that he was a monster. He abandoned all his morality as a human being, and that all his kindness and good points didn’t matter.

nShe was going to die, and he still insisted he was good.

nThe world was in chaos and he would never have anything good again.

nAll he had left was Bai Weiwei.

n【Ding. The male lead’s favorability is at 93.】

nSong Yunhuan stopped hesitating. He grabbed the knife, pressed her against the operating table, and tied her up.

nHe touched her head and said helplessly, “Don’t do this. Don’t do this, Weiwei, you’ll be okay soon.”

nAt last, Bai Weiwei couldn’t bear it. “Song Yunhuan, come back.”

nSong Yunhuan ignored her and turned away from the operating table, where she could not see.

nHis expression finally collapsed. A deep sadness appeared on his face.

nHe was crying, but unable to shed any tears.

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