Crimson spots dotted the crystal-clear jade-like hand.
Under the illumination of the light, a sinister aura emitted.
"Truly a perfect piece of art~" Jiang Xiaoyan murmured softly, her eyes brimming with infatuation.
"Drip~" "Drip~"
Drops of fresh blood fell onto the floor.
In this quiet environment, the sound was exceptionally clear and unsettling.
Her complexion turned deathly pale due to the excessive loss of blood.
Her body was also swaying, on the verge of collapse.
But the expression on her face showed not a hint of panic, only self-intoxication.
She looked at Jiang Xu, licking her tongue, "If I die in front of you today, will you remember me for the rest of your life? Will you feel guilty forever?"
"Because... I'm dying because of you."
It would have been easy for her to obtain Jiang Xu's body, with countless opportunities to make her move.
But that wasn't particularly interesting to her.