The eyes of the person who opened them were deep and unreadable as they looked at the short dagger in her hand...
But at that moment, as hesitation still lingered within her, a surge of panic and fear rose in her heart. Her gaze turned cold, and she fiercely stabbed the dagger into the heart she had been staring at in a daze moments ago...
Blood gushed out instantly, spreading across her palm, trickling down its lines onto the fresh, clean sheets.
The person with open eyes stared quietly at him, his brow and face gradually turning pale...
Her palm was covered in blood, all his blood, burning hot that it made her fingertips tremble slightly.
"Jose Floyd..." she called his name, no longer with the usual gentleness, but with coldness and a barely perceivable tremor.
His lips also began to pale as he gazed silently at her, a coldness rising from deep within his eyes, "Why?" he asked.
