Di Tianjiao felt as if her heart had shattered.
This man was not the one she loved.
He was merely her bodyguard.
Yet having protected her for ten long years, even a piece of wood would have developed feelings, not romantic ones, but familial ones.
Seeing her kin murdered, she didn't scream, didn't panic, but remained terrifyingly composed.
An appalling force from somewhere within her body fueled her.
Perhaps it was the power endowed by her hatred and rage.
Watching as Ziyi was once again seized by the arms by Zhang Qi and Guan Hu, and by the legs by two others.
Di Tianjiao endured the excruciating pain from her foot.
She plunged the fruit knife in her hand into Ziyi's throat.
Ziyi's eyes bulged, disbelieving as he gazed at Di Tianjiao before him.
He was actually dying?
Could he truly be dying?
To think he would die at the hands of a woman and a bunch of trash.
How was this possible!
But as his vision blurred more and more, finally he began to panic.
Thud!
