Huo Tianqing thrust his knife forward, pinning An Chushi against the wall.
Blood flowed from the wound, instantly staining the immaculate white wall behind An Chushi red; the fresh red blood against the clean wall created a grotesque color contrast.
"You have been with me for ten years, and I won't let anyone else kill you," Huo Tianqing said.
His eyes, filled with sorrow, looked straight at An Chushi, full of heartache, sadness, and a trace of melancholy.
There was no need for Bai Nian to tell him; he knew that An Chushi couldn't be spared, but he had to do it with his own hands.
"Fir..."
Seeing Huo Tianqing's sorrowful face, An Chushi instinctively wanted to call out to him, but a mouthful of blood gushed out, blocking his throat.
"Do you still want to make excuses for yourself!!"
Saying this, Huo Tianqing's body was even trembling due to his anger.
"That's not it..." An Chushi said with difficulty.
"Not it?" Huo Tianqing said, his delicate face almost contorting.
