Bao Yancheng extended his hands, his long fingers trembling almost imperceptibly.
"Okay, okay, I won't force you. Put the knife down."
He didn't even realize that his eyes carried a trace of fear and pleading.
Yet Wen Wanzhi saw it.
She had never seen Bao Yancheng with such a look in his eyes.
Could her life or death still stir ripples in Bao Yancheng's heart, as unyielding as ice?
Wen Wanzhi almost wanted to laugh for a moment, yet her heart ached bitterly.
If she had known this day would come, why did she drive herself to a dead end in the first place?
Bao Yancheng's keen eyes caught the trembling of the knife in Wen Wanzhi's hand, the blade wavering half an inch.
He seized the opportunity, suddenly stepping to the bedside and reaching out for Wen Wanzhi's hand that held the dagger.
However, she dodged back half a step, her wrist slipping away from the grasp of Bao Yancheng's palm.