The scattered gaze suddenly focused, staring fixedly at Shao Qinyi. The resentful eyes seemed to accuse, viciously wanting to swallow the shadow of the gaze whole.
Shao Qinyi slapped his palm over Shao Weihua's eyes, and with his right hand, he gripped the sharp weapon and twisted it forcefully. After a few spasms, the person beneath him stopped moving altogether.
To think that the person who would ultimately kill Shao Weihua with his own hands would be himself. Shao Qinyi knelt on the ground, sitting dazed for a while. He released his hand, looking wide-eyed and terrifying.
This is what it means to die with one's eyes open! Shao Qinyi thought as he looked at those eyes. What was Shao Weihua thinking at the moment of his death? Hatred towards him, or a plea for help?
No matter which it was, he was someone who had to die. Shao Qinyi found such an excuse to comfort himself. What it felt like to kill his own brother with his own hands, he felt nothing at all now.
