"Pingyuan——"
Puyang Zong came running from afar.
Seeing this scene, his eyes almost burst with fury.
"Elder brother..." Puyang Yi's lips quivered, trembling slightly, as she slowly collapsed to the ground.
The sound of the dagger falling was sharp and piercing.
Tears streamed down her face as she reached out her hand toward Puyang Zong.
"Hold me. Elder brother, hold me. I feel so cold..."
"Yi'er! Yi'er! Yi'er! Don't scare me, don't scare your elder brother..." Puyang Zong knelt by her side, his trembling hands struggling to hold her.
Blood was everywhere.
Blood was everywhere...
The blood smeared her neck, shoulders, arms—blood covered everything.
Puyang Zong tried to stop the bleeding, pressing down with his hands, but no matter what he did, the blood wouldn't stop. His hands were stained bright red.
