Jun Ning glanced at the dagger pressed against her neck; the blade was extremely sharp, reflecting a chilling cold light. The person threatening her with the dagger had eyes full of undisguised murder.
Looking at Jiang Chen like this, Jun Ning couldn't help but think of their first meeting when he wore a harmless good-guy face.
"Ha..." How ironic.
Jun Ning sneered repeatedly, but there was no trace of fear on her face.
"Little girl, you're at death's door and you can still laugh? What are you laughing at?" Jiang Chen mockingly asked.
Jun Ning pointed to the sky with her little finger and said, "I'm laughing because your face changes as quickly as the sky!"
Indeed, the sky was clear just a moment ago, and now it's suddenly overcast.
It seemed like it was going to rain.
So the little girl was saying that his change of face was as swift as the change of weather!
