The Grim Reaper, Hei Yue

At the receiving end of Ye Fei's death glare, the little boy shuddered. The color on his face drained to pale white, biting his bottom lip as he took a step back and fell on the mattress.

Ye Fei's hair was matted with the woman's blood and bedraggled like a grudging ghost from hell. She came to the boy holding the bloodied kitchen knife.

The boy trembled with tears cascading. As if unable to withstand such terror, he wailed suddenly.

The crisp voice of a child along with the waterfall of tears seemed to graze a tender spot in the bottom of Ye Fei's heart; as the burning murderous intent in her eyes cleared at once. She looked down at the weeping boy and was silent for a long time; the kitchen knife ended up slowly sliding down from her grasp, landing on the floor with a 'clang'.

Suddenly losing strength, she turned back toward You Qian who was still unconscious on the floor.