The sharp knife stabbed into Liu Yunlong's chest and dyed his shirt red.
When the warm blood spread to Li Yi's small hands, she slowly regained her consciousness. Tears covered her soft and beautiful little face. Her eyes were empty as she looked at the man on top of her, like a kite with a broken string.
"Xiao Yi," Liu Yunlong called her name painfully and hoarsely, "Wake up and see who I am."
Li Yi shook her head, she tightly covering herself with her slender arms and burst into tears out of control.
"Don't... Please, don't..."
Liu Yunlong straightened up and carried her to sit on his lap.
The dusky room was chaotic with each other's breathing and silent tears. He gently pressed his nose against the tip of the woman's small nose and rubbed it affectionately.
