Wen Mu desperately shook her head. She didn't believe, couldn't believe that Luoli would do this to her. Luoli couldn't kill her.
In her incredulous eyes, the woman's pupils suddenly dilated, streaked with blood vessels, swelling.
With the naked eye, she saw the sharp piece of glass twirl smoothly twice between the man's handsome fingers, and then—
It broke free, hurtling towards her with an elegantly precise trajectory.
Luoli really wanted to kill her!
"Ah—"
Bai Xiaoyu and Shen Minghan's hearts shuddered, and they closed their eyes, refusing to watch.
Wen Mu let out a piercing scream, her lost senses returning to her body. She only felt a slashing pain on her cheek, cold as it passed over, not too painful, probably because half of her face had gone numb.
Her right hand slowly lifted, trembling as it touched her right cheek, then she turned her head stiffly like an automaton—the piece of glass was embedded firmly in the wall behind her.
