The facial nerves of a person are particularly sensitive and fragile, making the pain more pronounced.
As Leh Ruoxin wildly slashed down with the knife, blood trickled down Ye Huanyan's cheek.
The pain was so intense that she cried out involuntarily.
"Let me go, don't..."
However, Leh Ruoxin became even more frenzied. After the initial slash, she felt unsatisfied.
She actually opened a bottle of red wine from the table and poured it onto Ye Huanyan's wound.
The wound, stimulated by the alcohol, hurt even more intensely...
"You wench, letting you die would be too easy. I won't let you die; I want you to live, to live a life worse than death. Look at how ugly you've become; who would dare want you now!!"
Leh Ruoxin's smile became increasingly twisted and ugly as she laughed maniacally.
At that moment, she unleashed years of resentment upon Ye Huanyan.
Just then, there was a sudden bang.
The room door fell to the ground, and a figure rushed in.
