His eyes were cold and his smile was also cold. She saw all this and understood it, but she still couldn't help but fall in love with that man. She was already covered in bruises from being injured again and again. Looking at the still indifferent person in front of her, she thought she was tired. "I'm sorry, I'm tired." She stood up, picked up the dagger hidden in her sleeve, and stabbed the woman next to him with a ferocious face. Seeing the anger in his eyes, and seeing him stabbing her chest without hesitation, she closed her eyes and raised her lips slightly. Being able to die in your hands is considered a blessing! Seeing her smile, he trembled slightly in his heart and wanted to hold back the knife but couldn't. The knife still penetrated her heart. I walked towards her involuntarily and hugged her, knowing that I would not die, but you would not die. But she couldn't hear it anymore. Looking at the dagger in her hand, it was a useless knife that had not yet been opened. . . . . . . .
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