Chapter 61: Failed Revenge

• I was only half a step away from him, it just took the time to raise the knife to get my revenge. But my hands, holding the knife, became weak. But at the last, crucial moment, I realized that I couldn't bear to kill him, nor could I hate him.
• Because no woman was willing to witness her beloved man dying, and she would avoid it happening under any circumstances, even risking her life. Probably that's how my mom felt.
• I looked up at the starry sky.