"Yu Mengyao, let go of my sister!" Su Anya shouted angrily, her voice trembling with urgency.
Yu Mengyao chuckled, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "Su Anya, because of you, my entire life was destroyed. My father was sent to jail, and I was forced to leave the country. While I suffered in agony, you got to live happily, as if nothing ever happened."
Her eyes darkened with resentment as she tightened her grip on Su Qing. "Now, I'll make you feel what it's like to lose something precious. Because of you, my family lost its backbone—my father. So today, I'll take your sister's life."
With a cruel glint in her eyes, she pressed the cold blade against Su Qing's delicate neck.
Su Anya's breath hitched. Her body went numb, her mind blank with fear. Horror filled her eyes as she watched the sharp edge glisten under the light, far too close to Su Qing's fragile skin.
