I woke up and Pei Mo had locked me alone in the villa.

He was leaning by my bed, and when he saw me wake up, the surgical knife in his hand moved.

But this time, Pei Mo pressed the surgical knife against his own body.

Pei Mo knelt by my bed. It seemed like he hadn't slept well for a long time. Dark circles hung under his once fair face, and his complexion was pale.

What surprised me the most were Pei Mo's eyes, once so vibrant and fiery, now reduced to a dull gray.

I asked Pei Mo what he wanted to do.

"I want you to forgive me,"

Pei Mo pleaded in the humblest voice, "Zhao Mu, even if you want me dead, it's fine."

I stared at Pei Mo's face and burst into laughter.

The once unrivaled Pei Mo shed tears, carefully embracing me in his arms.

Pei Mo rested his chin on my shoulder, his eyes red, and begged for my forgiveness in a low voice, over and over again.

He was like a devotee praying for the sins he had committed over the years.

After a long time, Pei Mo suppressed his tears and slowly let go of me.

He gripped the small knife in his hand as if he were possessed.

He used the knife to cut his skin on the neck.

"Will you forgive me as long as I die, Zhao Mu?

"Then I'll go die. If I die, will you forgive me, Zhao Mu?"

Since torturing Zhao Ruoxie to death, Pei Mo had started tormenting himself over the years.

He experienced all the injuries I had suffered back then.

But even so, I couldn't forgive him, and Pei Mo gradually became paranoid.

When he reached a dead end, Pei Mo thought of the only way that could make me forgive him.

That was for him to die.

Pei Mo's knife approached his artery inch by inch, and his body became increasingly covered in blood.

Just as he was about to kill himself, I spoke up, "Enough, Pei Mo."

Pei Mo's little finger trembled sharply, his eyes gleaming as he looked up at me.

But my next words pushed him into complete despair.

"If you die, the world will collapse.

"This is the last and only living world. Do you want to destroy it?"

Pei Mo wasn't stupid; he knew the implications of my words.

Pei Mo was the male protagonist, and once he died, the world would experience unimaginable collapse.

If Pei Mo died, it would be equivalent to him personally destroying Chen Zhaomu.

Pei Mo bent over, curling up in pain. The small knife in his hand fell and stabbed into his thigh.

The carpet was stained red with Pei Mo's blood as he curled his body, sobbing softly.

"I can never redeem my sins."

Pei Mo looked up, unable to grasp me due to the pain.

"Chen Zhaomu, I can never be forgiven by you.

"We really... don't have another chance."