Fengyu grasped her wrist, completely ignoring the sharp dagger, provoking her with an almost maddened fervor. "Come on! Ruin my face! In public! Do you dare?"
Though Lin Yu Yan hated Fengyu, she still retained a shred of rationality and truly didn't dare to do anything in public. But Fengyu clung tightly to her wrist, and as the two struggled, Lin Yu Yan felt her wrist being forced forward in a stabbing motion. Before she could react, Fengyu was already bleeding profusely, the sight rendering Lin Yu Yan completely stunned. She wanted to let go, but Fengyu's mocking voice rang out, "Lin Yu Yan, you've killed someone."
When Lin Yu Yan closed her eyes, all she could see was Fengyu's beautiful yet insane face.
"Madwoman! Madwoman! Fengyu, you lunatic!" Lin Yu Yan pounded on the doors of the ancestral hall, sobbing pitifully. "Let me out! Brother, Father, Mother, I didn't kill anyone! I didn't... Please believe me!"
The Feng Mansion, Plum Garden.
