Xia Wenjin watched him with a smile, leaning against the edge of the bed without moving.
This smile was too bright, as brilliant as a ray of sunlight, capable of exposing the filth and dirt in the world. Ming Qing felt something was amiss, but the smile was so radiant and beautiful that even if he sensed something wrong, he didn't want to stop.
Just as Ming Qing lunged forward, Xia Wenjin flipped his wrist from within his sleeve, and with a flash of cold light, a short dagger thrust towards Ming Qing's chest.
Ming Qing's pupils constricted, and his heart was filled with extreme terror. In a split second, he moved aside.
Thud...
The sound of the dagger piercing flesh.
Ming Qing let out another scream!
