Song Meimei summoned all her strength, lunging fiercely with a sharp blade towards Ye Fan's back.
She was a frail woman with no power to bind a chicken, yet the blade in her hand could cut hair with a single blow, an exceptionally sharp weapon. However, none of that seemed important to her, as she didn't consider that.
Her only thought was to end this matter quickly, so she could be free from the struggle and pain. She was desperate to end the torment she was going through before making her move.
Song Meimei was ruthless, and when a woman becomes vicious, it's truly terrifying. Otherwise, there wouldn't be sayings like 'the most poisonous thing is a woman's heart.'
"I'm letting you die swiftly to spare you further torment. I don't want to see your accusatory gaze, so I have to kill you. I hope to deliver a lethal blow so you die painlessly," Song Meimei murmured.
Ye Fan had left his back exposed to Song Meimei, trusting her even in such a perilous moment.
