Ling Ao stared at the sword in his chest, completely stunned.
He had not expected that Gui Qinshao would actually thrust it in that way, and it was a good two or three inches deep.
Luckily, it wasn't the heart, or he would have been dead on the spot.
And at the moment she thrust the sword in, Ling Ao's nearly martial artist instinct kicked in, and he was about to strike back with a palm.
However, this was the woman he loved most, the woman he had sworn to protect all his life. He quickly retracted the force, just staring at Gui Qinshao in utter disbelief.
Then, he stared at Gui Qinshao in complete disbelief.
This was the girl he had grown up with for more than a decade, who had just thrust at him so resolutely, without a hint of hesitation, so heartlessly.
And Gui Qinshao in front of him, seemed even more stunned.
First, she dumbly looked at the wound in Ling Ao's chest, then looked at her own hand, also somewhat in disbelief that she had actually thrust it in.
"Ah…"
