The second child was faint at the sight of blood, and the sight of it was enough to take him down. He collapsed on the ground, clutching his chest, gasping for breath.
The eldest child couldn't attend to his sibling, struggling to stand up while trying to stay rational as he approached Ning Xue and Qian Sisi.
Seeing the eldest child come closer, Ning Xue immediately pointed the knife at him, "Get away——"
The eldest child raised his hands, "I'm moving, I'm moving! Don't hurt Sisi anymore, she's innocent... She has no idea about anything!"
"Hmph! No idea! No idea why she had to get so close to An Zhiyu?" Flames seemed to burn in Ning Xue's eyes.
Qian Sisi's scalp hurt, her arm hurt, her face was pale as a ghost, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Yet Ning Xue was like a cruel tyrant, not easing any of the hold on her.
