Chu Beixuan had never expected things to turn out like this.
"Psycho!" Catherine could not be bothered to waste another word. Gripping her dagger, she drove it forward.
Only when the aura around Chu Beixuan surged again was Catherine unable to advance.
"Why?!"
Chu Beixuan's voice was hoarse and shattered, blood continuously spilling from the corners of his mouth.
It ran down his chin and dripped onto the ground, blooming into a small, glaring flower of blood.
Catherine did not answer.
When she saw Chu Beixuan was about to spray blood, she merely yanked the blade free.
With a turn, she leaped away, her movements elegant.
The instant the blade left his flesh, a torrent of blood burst from the wound in Chu Beixuan's chest.
Catherine watched the scarlet blood with a smile on her face.
That smile lent her beauty a suffocating cruelty.
Yet Chu Beixuan's life was tough. The stab had missed by even a little bit; it had not pierced through his heart, merely grazed its edge.
In short, his heart was slightly crooked.
Chu Beixuan raised a hand and pressed several acupoints to stop the bleeding, his gaze still filled with shock.
It was as though his whole body had been drained dry.
It was not the pain of his flesh, but the pain in his heart.
When that icy blade had pierced into him just now, Chu Beixuan's pupils had abruptly shrunk to pinpoints. He had already been dumbfounded.
But now, as he looked at Catherine's still breathtakingly beautiful face, his mind exploded into blankness.
Was he not her benefactor?
Had the light in her eyes whenever she looked at him all been fake?
That had not been light, but flickering killing intent?
Impossible!
Chu Beixuan's vision had begun to blur.
Even though it had