He swiftly struck, gripping her wrist as she stabbed with the knife, but he was still a step late. The tip of the blade pierced his chest; the woman's eyes were fierce and relentless. She let out a sharp, piercing scream and broke free from his grasp, driving the knife further into his chest.
The two fell to the ground.
He held that hand and pulled out the knife, veins bulging on the back of his hand, twisted the knife around, and stabbed it into her chest.
"Puff..." It sank in suddenly.
The scene was too shocking.
Wei Xuan fell to the ground, staring blankly at the tragic scene before her, her eyes vacant, as if she had lost all response.
"Wei... Zhao... Even in death, I'll drag you down with me..." Blood spilling from her mouth, she smiled, a beautiful yet tragic sight.
Wei Zhao was both angry and terrified, he grabbed her head, venting by slamming it against the ground mercilessly, without respite, again and again.
