She stared at the blade in her hand for a moment, then turned and walked toward the shower.
Gu Lanshan turned on the shower, choosing cold water. She didn't take off her clothes, and the water sprayed down on her, soon making her clothes cling to her body. It was somewhat cold, but she seemed not to feel it at all, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the blade she was gripping.
Blood was still flowing from her palm, a wound inflicted when Sheng Shi had just flung her away, and she had fallen to the ground, cut by the pieces of a broken vase.
Vibrant red met the freezing water and quickly diluted, gradually thinning.
Such redness brought a hint of excitement to the depths of Gu Lanshan's eyes; her whole heart started to beat faster.
All she had to do was to press the blade harshly against her wrist, slice deeply, and then she would no longer have any connection with the troubles and entanglements of this world.
