The light outside the window converged onto the girl, casting a chilly white glow behind her, setting her against the omnipresent darkness, sparkling two kinds of supreme beauty.
And yet, in face of the gun muzzles directly pointing at her.
Her expression remained unchanged, still maintaining her arms stretched out in a fearless gesture, as her hand, clutching the dagger, unconsciously rubbed its handle. Her dagger was a bit special, the blade was not straight, but bent downward to form a sharp curve. If stabbed, it could easily rip through flesh and bones. The handle was an inch longer than usual, making it more convenient to use.
Her black hair fell around her ears, casting a shadow on her cheek.
Beautiful, crisp, mysterious.
"Shoot! Finish her off!"
Fu Yuhua was slightly irritated by Jiang Ruan's demeanor, her rationality somewhat compromised. She couldn't possibly let Jiang Ruan live to leave this place.
Nor could she let Jiang Ruan marry Fu Chi so easily.
