Yet, he had no words to express his bitterness.
"Xiao Bai, why?"
She was mad, yet still fixated on why, calling his name. It's imaginable that the harm this incident brought her was devastating.
Lu Bai said, "Xiaojiu, forget me, don't dwell on why anymore. If you want to kill me, I'll be waiting whenever you're ready. You need to pull yourself together, don't give up on yourself. I have to leave now."
Lu Bai was utterly unwilling to leave Lu Xiaojiu at this moment, yet there was nothing he could do.
"I have to leave now," Lu Bai said, "You, on your own, take care..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Bai suddenly felt a numbness in his chest, followed by sharp pain. His eyes widened, his gaze slowly descending to see a dagger embedded right in the middle of his chest. Xiaojiu's hand gripped the dagger tightly, her eyes cold as ice, reflecting his pallid self. Blood stained the white shirt, and Xiaojiu's fingertips trembled lightly, yet her gaze was sharp as a knife.
