Within Jiang Ziyu's line of sight, he only saw the fair, beautiful fingers of a woman gripping tightly onto the handle of a black knife through a plastic bag.
The other end of the hilt had already pierced into his lower left abdomen.
Fresh blood flowed out as an icy wisp of wind seeped into his body through his wound with every breath he took.
After a brief numbness, his nerves started transmitting the pain signals directly to Jiang Ziyu's cerebral cortex as the pain from his wound gradually worsened.
Jiang Ziyu staggered in pain, his entire body on the verge of collapsing.
"Who did you say you wanted to kill?"
A smile wiped onto Lin Shanchu's face. Her straightforward, pure eyes held no fear in them and her soft voice was as calm as still water.
From her expression and tone, it was hard to imagine that she had just stabbed someone's abdomen with a boning knife.
