By the time she felt the sharp pain, it was already too late.
Ning Qian screamed, turned around abruptly, and saw Tan Biyang behind her, eyes bloodshot and holding a blood-stained fruit knife, smiling at her. She seemed to realize something and reached behind to feel with her hand.
A sticky sensation followed, and Ning Qian, trembling, brought her hand in front of her to find a large patch soaked in red.
"You... you want to kill me!"
"Yes!"
As she spoke, Tan Biyang, with a ferocious expression, raised the fruit knife towards her heart and stabbed again with such speed that Ning Qian couldn't react in time.
She watched helplessly as the sharp fruit knife pierced into her heart. She could not utter a word, only widening her eyes in horror as Tan Biyang pulled the knife out, aiming for her heart with a second stab...
The blood on Ning Qian's body flowed more and more, and she slowly fell, her clothes stained a bright red with blood.
