The long-awaited pain and conclusion never arrived.
Time passed so long that Gu Beichuan thought he had reached heaven... Otherwise, why would there be no pain at all?
Hesitating, he still opened his eyes.
Still in the dark and gloomy cabin, the surroundings somewhat empty, with some weeds even left on the floor.
And on his right, there was a girl crouching.
She lowered her head, holding a knife, stabbing it into the wooden plank beside his head.
She maintained this posture, motionless, like a statue.
Gu Beichuan's heart trembled, instinctively touching his neck.
No wound, no imagined blood.
"You... why couldn't you do it?" Gu Beichuan asked incredulously, his voice trembling.
Only at this moment did Ran Xiangsi nonchalantly pull out the knife and throw it aside.
She stood up, moving leisurely, gracefully, and naturally.
She spoke, her tone calm as usual.
