As the blade pierced toward the man's heart, He Ao grabbed a bath towel from the nearby shelf and threw it.
As the dagger pierced the flesh, the unfolding bath towel fell from the sky, covering the man's body.
He Ao withdrew the dagger and slightly turned to the side.
The man holding the gun leaned forward, falling to the ground.
The bright red blood stained the gleaming floor.
"Dad!"
Anna stared blankly at He Ao's face, then glanced at the man's corpse on the ground.
From her perspective, most of the man's body was covered by the white bath towel, with a bright red flower blooming at its center.
Everything had developed too quickly; she only saw the bath towel flying up, briefly blocking her view, and when the bath towel fell, the man threatening her father with a gun also fell.
"It's okay."
