The chill from the back of her hand spread rapidly, and as she gazed at the cold-hued blade, Qi Yuanyuan felt her scalp tingle and a cold sweat break out on her back, "No, don't, I was wrong! I was wrong, please spare me, I'm sorry, I apologize! Don't ruin my hand."
As Qi Yuanyuan spoke, she burst into tears, her eyes filled with horror as she frantically shook her head at Yun Yi.
"So the hand can't be wasted either, I guess it'll have to be the face after all." Yun Yi said, and moved the dagger back towards Qi Yuanyuan's face.
"No, don't, waaa, I was wrong! Don't scratch my face, I don't want my hand ruined, waaaa…" Qi Yuanyuan cried tearfully, her eyes brimming with terror.
Soon after, a stench of urine began to permeate the air.
Yun Yi frowned at the unpleasant smell and stood up.
Seeing this, the terror in the girl's eyes slightly receded, and while she looked at Yun Yi with fright, resentment also filled her gaze.
