Died...
The high-stemmed glass Jiang Muzhou was gently swaying suddenly fell to the floor, the shattering sound was jarring, and the surrounding diners looked over.
Dark red liquid flowed everywhere, tracing erratic paths, making the clean floor look somewhat messy.
The waiter hurried over to clean up and replaced it with a new wine glass, "Enjoy."
It was just a minor interlude, not enough to attract much attention.
The gazes that had fallen on him shifted away, and all of Jiang Muzhou's movements remained stagnant, his hand frozen in the air for a long while without any extra actions.
He looked at Lin Chu, the nonchalant charm in his black eyes completely faded, then returned to its natural state.
He sneered, "After all, it's my friend, your words really hit the mark for me."
A perfectly good person, how could she die?
So vain, and hasn't even reached the most dazzling position, she couldn't bear to die.
