Better that than this moment being carved into Shen Qingqiu’s memory from here on out, forcing him to remember night and day that he had shoved Luo Binghe down with his own two hands. But Luo Binghe refused to give up hope. He refused to believe that the teacher who had been so kind to him would actually hurt him. He refused to believe that all those years of companionship every day, morning to night, could lead to this conclusion. Even as Xiu Ya stabbed into his chest, he clung to a last strand of hope. Shen Qingqiu hadn’t meant to stab him.
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