"Jianshen, I... it hurts so much!"
"Jianshen, save me!"
Fang Qinglian cried in a soft and weak manner, her whole body rapidly leaning into Lu Jianshen's embrace.
Lu Jianshen supported her, his deep gaze turning towards Nan Xi.
Nan Xi just stood there, maintaining her original posture without moving, she didn't even blink.
She still clutched the knife in her hand, blood dripping from its edge, the blood was still warm, the strong scent of blood filled the entire room.
Seeing Lu Jianshen holding Fang Qinglian, her eyes were cold, showing no change at all.
Under normal circumstances, she would definitely be very worried, very flustered, fearing that Lu Jianshen might misunderstand her.
But now, it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered anymore. Whatever he wanted to say or do, she didn't care anymore.
It didn't matter what he thought either, whether he believed she was cruel or ruthless, she didn't care anymore.
Possibly, this is what it feels like when your heart dies.
