Zhou Xufang turned her head, her pupils crimson, "Then let her die."
Such people aren't worth mourning.
Jiang Zhi's hat was hers, and it was also embroidered with the letter Z. The brim was pulled down low, and the mask and glasses concealed her face. Zhou Xufang could only faintly see a glimmer of his eyes behind the glasses, like a flame rising up in a dark desert.
He was still holding her hand, not letting go, "Are you sure you want to kill her?"
Zhou Xufang was at a loss for words for a moment.
To kill someone...
Her hands had been stained with blood, but never with a life.
She didn't answer, and Jiang Zhi answered for her, "Okay." He pulled her behind him, "I'll be the one to do it." He didn't hesitate to pull out a dagger, his gaze fixed on the position of Luo Qinghe's heart.
If someone had to be killed, it would have to be him.
Zhou Xufang couldn't do it.
