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"If you want me to let go of you, it's not until I die." He handed the knife to her and took a step upward, closing his eyes as if he were dying. The knife was pointed at his chest. "Open your eyes, I want you to watch clearly as my knife stabs into your chest, and when you're a ghost, remember my desperation and don't come back to haunt you." If it wasn't for his desperation, how could she be so cold. The moment the knife went down, she...