Wei Anning opened her eyes, and through the vivid red blood, she saw Gong Ting lying on top of her. She screamed with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gong Ting, why are you so foolish?"
Gong Ting weakly looked at her, suddenly letting out a muffled groan. Wei Anning saw the person had already pulled out the knife, once again brutally stabbing at her. She hugged Gong Ting and rolled to the ground, dodging the first stab.
Under Gong Ting, the brilliant red blood spread like the most beautiful red rose blossoming in the snow, carrying a scent of death.
Wei Anning's eyes burned. She couldn't care for him and grabbed a handful of snow, leaping up from the ground. The person closed in again, and she stepped back step by step, her gaze sternly fixed on him, "Who sent you?"
The person seemed aware that she was already trapped, unable to escape, and wasn't in a hurry to slaughter her. Just like a hunter hunting, he wanted to enjoy her panic and fear before death.
