She robotically let go of her hand, unwittingly gripping the man's hand.
The man saw Qin Yin's sudden cooperation and smirked, his yellow stained teeth on full display once again.
Qin Yin bit her tongue hard, immediately snapping back to reality. She shoved the man away, grabbed the knife and ruthlessly plunged it into her shoulder.
An indescribable pain enveloped her; so sharp, so cold. Blood leaked onto her white T-shirt, soaking it more and more.
Yet, she instantly gained complete lucidity.
She yanked the knife out with all her might, spraying hot blood all over the man standing in front of her.
Bright red mixed with the faint glow of the blade shimmered...
The man was terrified; he didn't want to be responsible for her death. He hadn't expected this woman to be so stubbornly fierce.
