"You are surrounded by people… If you even dare to murder me, you wouldn't be able to get away…" said Yan Ruke in a terrified voice.
Yan Qingsi shrugged her shoulders and said, "Why don't we give a shot, you know me, I'm insane. In my manic episodes, I am capable of doing absolutely anything."
Yan Ruke was completely overwhelmed by fear, she obviously knew that Yan Qingsi was a mad person—the embodiment of evil. She lacked any shred of humanity.
Yan Ruke thought she was going to die. However, the only sound that she could hear was fabric tearing. She felt a cold breeze on her chest and as she looked down, all she could see was the wide tear down her long dress, all done by the razor blade. Yan Ruke struggled as if she was trying to grab hold of something but were instead grabbed by Yan Qingsi and stepped on in response. "Yan Qingsi, what do you think you're doing?" said Yan Ruke as she struggled.