Ye Huanyan opened her eyes and glared at him, letting out a cold laugh.
"Bite you? Isn't that a little too light? Do you have a knife?"
"I have..."
He was silent for a long time before he actually took a short dagger off his belt.
It was only a few inches long with a golden sheath. The handle was meticulously carved, and a large red ruby was embedded in it.
He unsheathed the knife, and the blade gleamed menacingly in the sunlight.
"This knife has been with me in the army for four years and has saved my life several times."
His face was stern as his fingers gently traced the blade's edge, his eyes filled with a sense of sacred ritual.
He held the dagger with both hands and passed it to her.
She looked at him bewilderedly, "Do you really mean to let me stab you?"
"Try it..."
She reached out and grabbed the dagger. It looked very small, but it was surprisingly heavy in her hand, clearly made from valuable materials.
It was not only heavy, but also carried a chill.
