Virginia Frost did not dodge or call for help, she just sat there calmly, awaiting the arrival of death.
Just when the dagger was about to pierce the skin, a gentle voice rang out at the last moment.
"Qing..."
Like a call from a dream, it was so familiar that it made Loretta's soul tremble.
She turned her head in stupefaction. Standing at the door was a woman in a black cloak, who took off her hood.
The dagger fell to the ground with a "clatter".
Loretta murmured softly, "Sister?"
The woman spread her arms with a smile, "Qing, it's me."
Loretta stepped forward, stopping in front of the woman, carefully studying her face.
Suddenly, she threw herself into the woman's arms, crying in pain, "Sister, it's really you, you aren't dead. That's wonderful."
The woman gently patted Loretta's back and said softly, "You've worked hard all these years."
Nicholas Drake was stunned as he stared at the woman before him. She had a face so beautiful that no flaws could be found.
