The sound of a sharp object penetrating flesh.
The scent of blood quickly spreads in the air.
Yao Wangshu's eyes are rigid, the warm liquid flows onto her hands.
No, this isn't real!
This is a hallucination, it must be a hallucination!
She struggles, lets go of her own hand, the hand covered in blood, repeatedly bringing it up to her eyes for a closer look.
Mu Jingnan's tall figure staggers back two steps and, with a dull thud, collapses to the ground.
He gasps for breath, looking at the ceiling with a hint of relieved delight, "Wangshu, I don't owe you anymore."
All grievances, severed with a single knife.
"Ah!" Yao Wangshu covers her ears, screaming in a breakdown.
...
Mu Jingxi was still at the space base, just about to head to the Empire Group when he suddenly received a call from Chen Xun, informing him that Mu Jingnan had been stabbed in the chest and had already been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
