Song Qinghuan only felt a strong gust of wind slide past her ear, then the cold dagger didn't stab into her body, but dropped to the ground with a "thud".
Holding her daughter, she widened her eyes to see a man wearing a mask whose chest had been pierced, his eyes wide, his expression filled with disbelief, and his body covered in blood as he softly fell onto the ground.
And standing not far behind the man with a gun was Shi Yuhuan, his face cold and ruthless, his eyes harboring an emotion capable of destroying the world, akin to a grim reaper arriving straight from hell.
"Shi Yuhuan!!" Song Qinghuan faintly parted her lips, even managing to let out a weak chuckle.
He didn't know, she could hold on no longer, everything in front of her was turning dark, her head felt dizzy, she couldn't stand any further and slowly started to fall sideways.
But she knew, she wouldn't hit the ground, because there would be someone there to catch her.
