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"Awake?" Bai Lian's grip loosened, and the steel washbasin dropped to the ground with a clang.
She slowly bent over, school uniform still stained with Yang Lin's not-yet-dry blood, a smile tracing her lips.
Yang Jianping was used to throwing his weight around, and with a flick of his hand, he aimed to throw something at Bai Lian.
But she blocked it effortlessly with two fingers.
In Yang Jianping's terrified gaze, she smiled faintly, seized him by the neck, and lifted him up: "How could there be someone like you here..."
Then, casually tossing him to the ground, Yang Jianping's forehead glistened with cold sweat as he shakily got up from the floor.
Bai Lian advanced, driving him step by step to the door with the tip of her knife.
Her smile was tender, and she seemingly exerted no considerable effort, with the knife point never actually touching Yang Jianping's body.
With each step he took backwards, the terror in his eyes intensified.