He was gambling.
Gambling that this girl was afraid of pain.
It was her hand holding the candle, the pain made her abandon it.
The darkness obstructed their vision.
Xu Shulou rolled on the ground, and before she could react, the blade was against her neck.
He hadn't let out a breath until this moment.
She leaned on his shoulder with the force, her raised neck already stained with blood.
Why...
The nerves in his heart were still tense.
He caught a glimpse of the boy in the corner of his eye, standing quietly in the darkness.
Their fight was simple and straightforward, devoid of any ornate factors, plain and natural, and very short from start to finish.
Had the boy not reacted yet?
"Puchi"
The girl's laughter echoed in his ears.
In that instant, the blade on her neck fell with his unconscious arm, rolling to the ground without making a sound.
Xu Shulou was horrified to find that he could no longer sense the existence of this arm.
No, not just this arm.
