Confronted with Xia Yanxin's tear-filled eyes and her trembling words, Long Yutian's breathing became erratic, and his expression darkened. The dagger was already close to her chest, and his hand holding the dagger continued to tremble slightly as he couldn't bring himself to thrust it in... Was he really going to kill her?
"Useless trash, such a grown man and yet so hesitant. If you can't do it, step aside and let the bodyguards handle it!" Behind Long Yutian, the angry voice of Long Zhen erupted.
By now, Long Yutian had no way out; he plunged the dagger in his hand fiercely into Xia Yanxin's heart. In that moment, it felt as if something shattered inside him, and he closed his eyes. Her warm blood gushed onto his hands, and he dared not look at her...
After a while, he felt a wet, feeble hand grasp his that held the dagger. He opened his eyes in agony. It was Xia Yanxin's hand, which had already been dyed red with her blood, while the other feebly tried to touch his cheek...
