Ling Yunshu reflexively wanted to scream, but before the sound could come out, her mouth was covered by a large hand, all the sound blocked in her throat.
She stared in terror, struggling, while a familiar voice came to her ears, "Yun Shu, it's me."
The familiar face gradually imprinted into Ling Yunshu's wide open eyes, and she stayed dazed for nearly a minute, before gaining some consciousness, "Xiao... Xiao Chen?"
Xiao Chen nodded, his gaze swept around her body, then his eyes locked onto her hand. Ling Yunshu also subconsciously looked down, only to discover that she had been holding this dagger all along.
The dagger was stained with blood, her hand also stained with blood, the bloodstains not completely dry yet, drop by drop of bright red blood slid down the blade, heavily hitting the ground.
Frightened, Ling Yunshu's hand trembled, the dagger fell to the ground, she looked at Xiao Chen in panic, muttering, "Xiao Chen, I killed someone... I killed someone."
