He is Xion, he is your husband. However, you do not marry for love and affection. But pure hatred and competition. You married to kill each other. Maybe in front of the media, you and Xion are a warm couple, but not if it's just the two of you.

You two have planned many murders against each other. Explosives in the bathtub, knives hanging above the door, poison embedded in a cup of warm coffee in the morning, and many others. It was your plan to kill each other, but neither plan worked.

Xion took the gun in his pocket, slowly throwing it in the air and playing with it for a moment before the gun was pointed at your head.

"Yeah, but now I have to kill you and that makes me sad." While making a sullen face, as if to show how sad he was.

You used the knife in your pocket and pointed it right at Xion's neck. However, he just chuckled softly, his trademark grin still forming on his lips as his fingers prepared to pull the trigger.

"Oh, don't you feel the same way,Baby? Wow, what a shame, I couldn't hear your declaration of love and in the end I will be the one who takes your life by myself."