Yang Fan's reaction was extraordinarily quick, yet the overwhelming joy of finally seeing his senior sister had left him with no guard up. He was still a step too slow, and in the moment he tried to dodge, the glaringly sharp dagger sliced open a gash on his arm.
This was already the best possible outcome under the unfortunate circumstances, but at this moment, the physical wound on Yang Fan's body was far less than the shock and turmoil within his heart.
Why, a multitude of whys exploded in Yang Fan's mind.
Why did senior sister want to kill him? Why did she attack him?
Impossible, absolutely impossible. Even if it were the end of the world, even if Yang Fan had committed unforgivable atrocities, his senior sister would never kill him.
But why, why did senior sister take action?
The joy he felt upon seeing his senior sister had instantly been frozen by the icy cold of the frigid world.