"Fu Shiyan!"
Shen Feiwan yelled his name loudly.
She watched in horror as he charged toward Bai Zhi's sharp dagger with his own body.
After Fu Shiyan tackled Bai Zhi to the ground, she was stunned and frozen in place.
She had been clutching the sharp dagger tightly in her hand, and when Fu Shiyan lunged at her, it was still in her grip, unrelenting.
She thought she felt a warm, wet sensation in her palm, and thought she smelled the scent of blood.
She wanted to break free.
But she was pinned down by the person on top of her, unable to move.
Tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes.
She had wanted to perish together with Fu Shiyan.
But she hadn't expected Fu Shiyan to actually do it.
She said, "Fu Shiyan, do you love Shen Feiwan that much?"
Loved her enough to save her with his own life.
She didn't know where her dagger had pierced through his body.
Was it his heart?
She dared not look down.
