Sara snorted disdainfully, "I don't need you to speak for me. Get out of my way, you lousy robot. If you want to catch her, you'll have to walk over my dead body first."
As she spoke, a cold glint flashed in her palm; at some point, she had taken out a scalpel and was holding it to her own neck.
Qin Xin's heart skipped a beat.
For the first time in her life, there was a girl willing to die for her.
She couldn't quite describe what she was feeling; suddenly, her eyes stung with emotion.
She closed her eyes briefly and pressed down on Sara's blade, "Don't do this. Sara, it's not worth it for me."
Sara stubbornly refused to let go.
A small girl who looked so frail and delicate, yet her grip was surprisingly strong at this moment, her determination even more unwavering.
