Zhou Qiyue hung his head, casting a sidelong glance at the back of his bleeding hand. He looked up at Jiang Ruan, his sinister eyes completely void of light.
He reached out his hand.
"You're here."
Jiang Ruan bent down and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up. Her peach blossom eyes, both flirtatious and rebellious, were cold as ice.
"Want to die?"
Zhou Qiyue remained silent, allowing her to grab him.
He was like a puppet with its strings cut off, weak and without support.
Jiang Ruan was furious, showing no compassion as she grabbed him by his collar and flung him against the wall, her cold words squeezed between her teeth.
"Fine, here's your chance. Do it in front of me. I'll watch."
She let him go and he immediately crumpled onto the floor alongside the wall.
Then, Jiang Ruan pulled a short, clever knife from her waist.
She tossed it next to him.
Her tone was severe.
"You can borrow my knife."
