Xu Yafei's heart died completely. She knew she was no match for Hong Wu.
She gave a tragic smile, her eyes red as she stared at Hong Wu. "Hong Wu, even as a ghost, I won't let you go! And let me tell you something, I've been Zhao Dong's woman for a long time! You useless cur! Hahaha... You can't have my heart, and I won't let you have my body either!"
With that, she snatched a knife from the ground and plunged it toward her heart. Since she couldn't avenge Zhao Dong, this was her final choice.
Hong Wu's expression soured. He roared, "You want to die? In your dreams!"
He lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of Xu Yafei's hair, and yanked it violently.
Xu Yafei screamed, her vision blackening from the pain as the knife was knocked from her grasp.
"You bitch! You think you get to die? You die when I say so!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! A series of loud slaps landed hard across Xu Yafei's face.
Yet, Xu Yafei made no other sound. Her eyes were vacant, tears streaming endlessly down her cheeks.
