The Dagger Snapped

Su Wan hugged Jiang Xuecheng's waist tightly. She raised her eyes and met Jiang Xuecheng's eyes.

For some reason, at that moment, even someone as cold as Jiang Xuecheng couldn't help but have a hint of warmth in his eyes.

It wasn't just the joy of surviving the disaster, but more of the subtle feelings of sharing the experience of life and death.

Su Wan and Jiang Xuecheng knew that they would never find another person like each other in this life. They would do anything for each other, even if it meant death.

But now, they wanted to live.

Su Wan's face was pressed against Jiang Xuecheng's shoulder. The two of them did not speak. After a short silence, Jiang Xuecheng broke the silence first.

His eyes, which were darker than ink, were locked on Su Wan. There were too many emotions hidden in his eyes.

"Are you afraid?"

As Jiang Xuecheng spoke, he took out the dagger from his pocket.