eyes scan the sleeping couple. He raises his hand to plunge the dagger into the white-haired woman's chest; a strong, callous hand grips the blade and shatters it. His black, murky eyes stare at the intruder.
The intruder shuddered upon meeting the man's eyes. Quickly, he let go of the broken dagger and ran towards the balcony. Yang Zhenfen immediately jolted out of bed and pinned the assassin to the ground. "Who sent you?" Yang Zhenfen asked thickly. His grip tightened, causing the assassin to gasp in pain.
"Good luck finding out," the assassin's voice rumbled before his body convulsed, foam oozing out of his mouth as his eyes rolled back. "Sneaky bastard." Yang Zhenfen looked at Kyanite Gho, watching her chest rise and fall. It's incredible how she could still sleep despite their noise.