Lu Huai'an was startled awake by sudden pain, the chaos in his eyes instantly receding, replaced by unfathomable bleak coldness.
He grasped the woman's wrist and pulled her into his embrace.
Then he let her hold the knife handle again, his voice hoarse and indifferent, "If you want me dead, you'll have to go deeper."
Even without the lights on, the current brightness made it clear to see the blood seeping from the wound.
Lin Chu raised her eyes to meet the man's gaze, which held a faint smile. She let out a light chuckle, lifting her free left hand to stroke his deep, defined features.
Her eyes were filled with mocking, her husky voice softly murmured, "Killing someone means paying with your life; am I that stupid?"
She had promised her father to live well.
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The servant felt something was off today.
As long as Mr. Lu was home, he would come downstairs punctually at half past six, regardless of whether he ate breakfast.
And today, it was almost seven and no sight of him.
