"You are my enemy, I must kill you," Ning Xiaolu screamed before thrusting the dagger toward Xiang Yu's neck.
Just as the tip of the blade barely touched Xiang Yu's skin, she suddenly stopped. Tears began to flow uncontrollably down her face.
Why? Why couldn't she do it? She hated herself, hated her own cowardice. The person before her was clearly in collaboration with her enemy. Anyone who had any association with her enemy was her enemy as well.
But she just couldn't go through with it. The dagger fell to the ground, and at that moment, she slumped to the floor, powerless. "Father, I'm sorry, I can't do it, I'm sorry..." Ning Xiaolu started to sob where she sat.
The reason she was still alive was that she hoped to one day avenge her father. But what could she, a weak woman, do? She had sworn today that she would surely kill Xiang Yu, but when she actually faced him, she couldn't go through with it.
