Xin Zaozao fixed her gaze on the man before her, watching as he suddenly collapsed.
His body was covered in blood, drenched in it.
Not only this man, but Mu Cidian too was soaked in blood.
His face, his clothes, all were steeped in red.
In his hand, he held the knife, the one the man had cast aside.
The knife too was smeared with blood.
At this moment, it was still dripping down, drop by drop.
And his hand, Mu Cidian's hand, was shaking, trembling uncontrollably.
Their eyes met.
Mu Cidian suddenly tossed the knife aside.
His face still displayed no other emotion, even though his hand couldn't stop shaking!
He forcefully pushed the man lying on Xin Zaozao away.
He said, "It's over, it's over..."
Xin Zaozao was watching him.
Listening to his steady voice, seemingly offering her consolation.
She watched as Mu Cidian approached her.
Both of his hands, covered in blood, reached out towards her.
