“Pfft!” A mouthful of bright red blood burst from Yin Mo's lips and splattered across the cold ground, blooming like vivid, tragic flowers. Eyes wide with disbelief, she stared at the sharp sword hurtling toward her. The one holding it was Yin Chen, the man with whom she shared a tangled history of love and hate.
Yet at this life-or-death moment, the corners of Yin Mo's mouth lifted into a bitter, relieved smile. She knew this moment had been coming. Her long-standing gamble, to make Yin Chen, a demon hunter, fall in love with her, a demon, had ended in failure. At the same time, Yin Chen looked down at Yin Mo lying in a pool of blood. His heart was tearing apart with pain. At that moment, he knew…
