Although it was not a critical area, the blood soaked through his coat, spreading drop by drop like water spilled on fabric.
John Fame, however, remained silent, watching Skye Turner, letting the blood continue to flow.
At this moment, Skye Turner understood his actions even better, and felt even more desperate: "For her, you even resort to hurting yourself to protect her, do you think I will stop hating her if you take this stab for her? Let me tell you, I hate Lissy Lock. I wish I could kill her right now! Die with me!"
With this stab, it was clear that John Fame wanted to bear all of Skye Turner's hatred himself.
Using his blood to repay Skye Turner.
John Fame couldn't help but frown, half in pain, half at her words: "If anything happens to Lissy Lock in the future, Skye Turner, I will never let you off. She is my bottom line."
Although he was injured, he was still domineering. As he said these words, he looked at Skye Turner, his eyes brimming with a clear warning.
