Shi Mei was somewhat dazed, lowering her eyes to glance at the knife in her hand.
The boning knife was cold, narrow, and sharp.
Under the light indoors, it emitted a dangerously sharp glint.
Shi Lingyan held her hand, pressing the tip of the knife against his own heart, his voice hoarse and severe, "Push it in."
Shi Mei's eyelashes trembled, she looked up to see his face, as resolute and rugged as ever.
Shi Lingyan gazed at her intently, his eyes dark as the deep night abyss, impenetrably deep, "This time, there will be no mistake."
Saying this, he actually grasped the knife handle and forcefully pressed it toward his heart.
Shi Lingyan was wearing only a dark cashmere overcoat and a thin, pale blue shirt.
The warmth of a man's palm traveled from the back of her hand, and as his force applied, the boning knife gradually penetrated deeper, the blade already piercing through his coat, allowing Shi Mei to feel clearly the resistance it met.
