"Ah..."
The woman screamed in terror as the knife's cold glint neared her eyes.
The cold glint suddenly stopped.
The boy's wrist was seized, and then his whole body was pulled backward and embraced.
"It's okay, don't be afraid."
The woman, scared to incontinence, stared blankly at the two hugging each other.
That "It's okay, don't be afraid" was clearly not meant for her.
But she didn't die...
She didn't die...
Chuzheng caressed the boy's back, like soothing a small animal.
The boy was trembling all over, as if terrified out of his mind.
"Baby... baby."
His eyes welled up with heat, too scared to move. His hand holding the knife was wet and warm, and a thick liquid dripped down from his hand.
The smell of fresh blood permeated the night.
Chuzheng gently stroked his back, her voice betraying no hint of distress: "It's okay."
How could it be okay...
The exquisitely beautiful boy, his face drained of color, seemed soulless.
