Like a fierce ghost on a mission to claim a life, she continued to sharpen the knife at a measured pace.
The blade of the short knife emanated a terrifying cold glint under the moonlight.
"Ahh!!!"
Fu Yuhua let out a ghostly scream, tumbling and scrambling off the bed, her legs too weak to support her, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
"What's the noise about?"
Jiang Ruan stopped what she was doing.
Holding the dagger, her fingers lightly ran across the edge of the blade, checking if it was sharp enough yet.
The blade was already incredibly sharp, but it seemed she was far from satisfied.
She continued to grind it on the sharpening stone.
The "shriek shriek" sound echoed in the silent room.
The cold light reflected in her eyes, intensifying the calm bloodlust contained within them, making her killing intent even more apparent.
Fu Yuhua looked at her uneasily, her eyes fixed on the composed girl afar.
