Si Chu's pupils shook, and he quickly stepped forward to embrace the falling body of Mingshu. She collapsed softly in his arms, a large blossom of blood spreading across her chest, like a flower blooming to the point of wilting.
Dazzling and shocking.
She had stabbed with a resolve to die, striking right at the heart, fast, ruthless, and accurate, leaving no chance for herself.
The skills he had taught her, she had actually used on herself!
Anger gathered swiftly in Si Chu's eyes, his face darkening like water about to drip, "Why? Why do this?!"
Due to excessive blood loss, Mingshu's complexion was pale to the point of being nearly transparent, her eyes filled with scattered light, slowly reddening at the rims.
"You can recognize me, can't I recognize you? Do you think I'm an idiot..."
