Such a clever girl, yet she sleeps with a dagger under her pillow every night. Lu Zhonian has always known this, but never did he imagine that one day, the dagger would be turned against him.
Lowering his head, Lu Zhonian looks at the blood spreading across his shoulder, his expression calm, even with a hint of a smile.
That kind of smile pierces through Song Nian's eyes like daggers.
Tears fall as she holds the dagger, her hand shaking uncontrollably, blood trickling down her hand in rivulets, as she cries out, bordering on collapse: "Why are you smiling? What is there to smile about? Lu Zhonian! You madman! How can you treat human life so flippantly!"
Lu Zhonian indeed is no good man; he had long dirtied his hands to get to his current position.
But he never thought Song Nian would say such things about him.
The words coming from Song Nian's mouth are shockingly lethal.
