The sharp gleam of the dagger had already pierced through his shirt in an instant, and Qiao Mo could even feel the sharp tip pressing against his skin.
A little more force would pierce into his chest.
"Fu Nancheng... let go quickly! Please, let go!" At this moment, Qiao Mo was truly panicking; it's the heart, that's the heart...
Tears cascaded down, and Qiao Mo frantically shook her head, her small face ghostly pale without a hint of blood.
"Weren't you going to see him? If you stab it in, you can go see him one last time!" Fu Nancheng spoke with a cold sneer, eyes filled with ruthless determination and madness.
The dagger pierced into his chest, and instantly, a spot of crimson spread on the snow-white shirt, ruby-sized, then gradually expanded outward... spreading...
Qiao Mo's eyes were filled with the bloodstain on his chest, her beautiful eyes wide in shock.
