Was this a test from Forrest?

She wouldn't show mercy.

She might have forgotten the past, but she wouldn't forgive someone who harmed her.

She refused to be with someone who couldn't protect her.

“Cut the act. If you're going to stab yourself, just do it already.

Better yet, bleed to death. Then no one will bother or threaten me,"

Laura said coldly.

She was so heartless.

Forrest stared at her calmly for a moment, then began to apply pressure to the knife. "I owe you, and I'll make it right. I just wish we could start over," he said, bracing himself.

The sharp point of the knife instantly pierced through Forrest's skin and cloth, blood blooming on his white shirt.

Laura's hand trembled slightly. She then tightened her grip and lifted her gaze, defiance in her voice. "Your games won't work on me.

You could die right here, and I wouldn't cry."

Forrest's sadness was palpable.

His heart ached more than the wound.

He couldn't accept it.

The end of his and Laura's story was unbelievable.

They had been in love.

Their love had been profound.

He couldn't fathom Laura being indifferent, not even a tiny bit.

He caught Laura's wrist, pressing her hand against the knife's handle.