Lu Shiyuan looked down at his chest in disbelief.
Lin Shanchu's hand was still on the dagger handle. She exerted so much force that her knuckles turned white.
The blade had completely sunk into his chest.
Lin Shanchu still felt unsatisfied.
She gripped the dagger handle and pushed it deeper.
Unfortunately, she only used this dagger for self-defense. For the sake of portability, she chose an exquisite and small dagger with a very short blade.
Due to the loss of blood, Lu Shiyuan's face quickly turned pale.
"You... came to see me... with a dagger?"
His voice was already a little weak, but his eyes were unusually unyielding as he wanted an answer.
"I bring a dagger with me every time I meet you." Lin Shanchu answered his question as he wished and wanted to pull the dagger back.
Indeed, she only used this dagger for self-defense.
