The lights of the Red Light District in the distance flickered as survivors ran out in succession. Seeing Fang Xin lying in the snow, they dared not approach any further.
They could only take a detour.
Snowflakes fell from the sky, landing on the gash on Fang Xin's neck, where her blood, bright red and scalding, soaked the thin layer of snow beneath her.
Her eyes were wide open, watching the snowflakes scatter down from the heavens above,
as if filled with a poignant despair.
Ma Zhixuan stumbled out of the Red Light District, and the scene before him shocked him.
He rushed over and fell to his knees beside Fang Xin, then looked up at Hua Mi, who was sheathing her knife,
"You..."
"Why did you kill her? Where's my girlfriend? Where's Xiao Lan?"
Ma Zhixuan's mind was still foggy, he had been forced to drink too much the previous night, and he couldn't remember much.
The last familiar face he remembered was Fang Xin smiling at him.
