"Clang!"
As the dagger's tip touched the flesh, the girl, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, was scared, her hands trembling violently, and the dagger fell to the ground.
Having been in the tavern for many years, her complexion wasn't fair, her skin had a hint of sorghum red; she dared not look at Su Mu, suddenly covering her face and crouching down, making hoarse, panicked noises.
"I, I... killed someone..."
The girl sobbed while covering her face.
People outside the alley were still bustling, as if no one could hear the commotion coming from the alley.
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"No, I don't want to kill you... My father is dead; you caused his death..."
