Xia Wan’an stared at the dagger Han Zhijin extended towards her for a few seconds before slowly moving her gaze along his hand to his face, then locking eyes with him: "Han Jingnian, did you... really harm him?"
Han Zhijin didn’t speak; his hand holding the dagger started to tremble lightly. It was unclear if it was out of fear of killing soone or being interrogated by Xia Wan’an.
"Han Zhijin, I’m asking you, Han Jingnian, is it true as everyone says, that you’re involved?" Compared to before, Xia Wan’an’s tone beca noticeably more agitated.
"I don’t know, I don’t know, stop asking , I don’t know anything..." Han Zhijin shook his head, looking panicked and disoriented. His hand with the dagger shook violently, as if he was about to throw the dagger and run at any mont.
"Quit the nonsense, when they say you’re useless, they’re really not kidding; you can’t even hold a dagger steady!" The man with yellow hair, seeing Han Zhijin’s pathetic state, couldn’t restrain his anger and gave him a kick.
Han Zhijin mumbled an assenting "Yes, yes," then looked at Xia Wan’an, "I, I can’t, I... I..."
He seed unable to continue, closing his eyes tightly before, in the next mont, gripping the dagger and slowly approaching Xia Wan’an.
Xia Wan’an didn’t know how to describe her feelings at that mont. She couldn’t understand how Han Zhijin, who had recently ran to apologize to Han Jingnian because of his mother, could suddenly beco like this and even harm Han Jingnian.
As she watched Han Zhijin step by step encroaching on her, she subconsciously retreated bit by bit.
"Don’t bla , I don’t want to die, I don’t want to be caught by the police, I want to live... I can’t take it anymore, he cos to every day, I need to get out of here..." Han Zhijin muttered these words repeatedly while taking steps forward.
Seeing Xia Wan’an retreat all the way to the floor-to-ceiling window, Han Zhijin continued to advance on her with a murderous intent.
The glass behind her left Xia Wan’an with no place to retreat. Listening to Han Zhijin’s muttering, seeing the knife aid at her, Xia Wan’an, who originally didn’t believe Han Zhijin would truly harm her, felt her whole heart grow completely cold: "Han Zhijin, do you know, after your uncle disappeared, everyone told it was you... I didn’t believe it... because I thought you weren’t that kind of person, I thought you were frad, but now... now..."
Xia Wan’an’s words were unfinished when the knife aid at her heart was suddenly twisted forcefully by Han Zhijin, grazing past her ear and stabbing into the glass behind her.
With a "crash," the glass shattered to the ground.
The next second, before Xia Wan’an could even react to what had happened, Han Zhijin suddenly pushed her out and uttered a single word: "Run!"
Q and the man with yellow hair and a few others only realized then that Han Zhijin closing in on Xia Wan’an was not to kill her, but to let her escape.
"Damn, we’ve been played by this loser! Stop them!"
Hearing this, Han Zhijin saw that Xia Wan’an hadn’t moved and with urgency and a hint of severity spat out two more words: "Run now!"
Xia Wan’an ca back to her senses, looked at Han Zhijin, opened her mouth, and the next second turned and ran without looking back.
Xia Wan’an ran only a few steps before hearing Han Zhijin behind her shouting, "Little auntie, rember, don’t look back!"
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