Jiang Shuya now has no way out, her only choice is to protect herself with her life. She doesn't know how likely she is to succeed, but she knows she can buy time and create an opportunity to leave.
Jiang Shuya's hand clutching the vase shard is covered in bright red blood, her hand is also bleeding. The wound on her back aches deeply, with piercing pain reaching her lungs and bones, but she doesn't dare relax for a moment, because in front of her is Qi Kai, a beast ready to pounce at any moment and tear her apart.
"Jiang Shuya, a knife doesn't care who it cuts. You're being reckless; if you ruin your face instead of dying, it will be a loss not worth the risk. Aren't you women most concerned about your appearance? If you slip up, it'll only hurt you. Now, put down the shard in your hand." Qi Kai coaxed Jiang Shuya, his face wearing a flattering smile as he took a step forward.
