"Avril, are you okay?" Li Zhongnan clapped his hands, grinning at her from afar.
"Um, Zhongnan," Avril Lavigne blushed slightly.
She looked at him, smiling shyly.
Seeing this, a sense of joy filled him as he began to walk towards her. The beautiful woman slowly rose and watched as he approached. She felt a mild panic. Would he comfort her in his embrace?
However, before he reached her, the unexpected happened. A man lying at her feet suddenly pulled out a large knife. In an instant, he lashed forward with his knife aimed directly at her head.
The distance was too close, and the whole thing was too sudden for her to dodge.
In that moment, Avril smelled the scent of death. The sharp, reflective glare off the blade approached her face. She involuntarily shut her eyes, expecting to be split in half.
No fear, no panic, not even despair, the only thought in her mind was that she hadn't apologized to him.
Regrettable!
"Avril!"