Su Chaoyang's hand movement halts; his head suddenly raises, and a bead of sweat rolls off his forehead, splashing onto the timer.
In the blink of an eye, unequivocal shock erupts in his gaze, but only for a moment; Su Chaoyang quickly regains his composure, his focus dropping back to his task at hand.
Forcing him to sever the arm of the girl he loves most would be harder than killing him!
What he can't believe is that his Wanwan would dare to be this brave!
That she would be willing to cut off her own arm just to survive!
She loves painting so much. If her right arm were cut off, she wouldn't just lose her physical abilities; it would destroy her lifelong dreams and passions.
Such a cruel act, how could he bear to do it?!
"No!" After half a second of hesitation, Su Chaoyang flatly refused.
As Mu Xiangwan grew anxious, her heart pounding within her chest, she tried to persuade him, "Compared to us living together, what's an arm?!"
