Better off dead.
These four words slipped from Lu Xingye's lips, carrying a sinister, murderous intent.
Suddenly, Yu Chiyin's gaze tightened as he caught sight of a flash of cold light in Lu Xingye's hand, instinctively reaching out to block it.
With a swift motion, a long cut was sliced onto his arm, blood immediately dripping down.
Lu Xingye's knife was originally aimed at his abdomen, targeting a vital area, but unexpectedly, Yu Chiyin dodged it. Smirking, Lu Xingye tightened his grip on the small dagger again, assuming an attacking stance.
"Yu Chiyin, for every wound she has, I'll make sure you get just as many. How about that?"
Lu Xingye felt his demeanor was rather kind; before taking action, he even amiably negotiated with Yu Chiyin.
"Not happening," Yu Chiyin sneered coldly, "Lu Xingye, you are not qualified to stand in for Axuan in judging me. Stop indulging yourself in theatrics. Our personal affairs as husband and wife are none of your concern."
