How Dare You

In the midst of the frozen landscape, Song Zhuyu was the only one who moved. 

Like a puppet with its string severed, his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the ground, his bloodshot eyes fixated on the motionless blade right on top of Rui Ye's chest. "Ha… hahaha…" Unbidden, hoarse laughter bubbled out of his throat, though devoid of any mirth. His facial muscles twisted in an odd manner as he continued laughing, until his body shook and trembled before a fit of coughs crashed over him. The metallic taste of blood lingered heavily in his oral cavity.

He had done it. He had really done it— the one thing he swore he would never do in a lifetime, something he would never ever consider even with death staring him in the eye… 

But in the end, he still did it.

All to buy a few seconds of time.