In an instant, the cold gleam flashed, and a sharp short knife shot out like a meteor from the night, followed by the sound of a blade penetrating flesh. The short knife had already sunk into his chest, bloodstains almost splattering across Keira Leaf's face.
The man's body stiffened, slowly lifting his head to look at the dagger inserted into his chest. The end of the dagger was held in the woman's fair, small hand, stained a shade of scarlet, appearing somewhat eerie.
Joshua Sulliven's brows furrowed slightly, as if enduring something, bit by bit turning his head to look at Keira Leaf. He gently curled his lips, a faint indulgent smile on his lips, struggling to squeeze out a few words from his throat: "Don't...worry, I...I'm okay."
Thick blood spurted out, scattering on her body, scorching hot.
Keira Leaf, as if shocked, suddenly withdrew her hand, her whole body trembling.
