"You have to live. Not just for yourself, but for the people who love you.
You've already abandoned them once. You can't do it again.
Listen to me. Put the knife down. We can talk about this..."
Seeing Hua Manman's expression grow vacant, Mr. Zhu seized the opportunity and lashed out with the porcelain shard!
The shard cut a deep gash across Hua Manman's abdomen.
Blood instantly gushed out.
A tremor wracked her body from the pain, and she nearly lost her grip on the dagger.
Mr. Zhu seized the chance to shove her aside. He scrambled to his feet, simultaneously shrugging off his outer robe. He intended to wrap it around the gruesome wound on his neck, then call for help to subdue the wretched girl.
But before he could even get the robe halfway off, Hua Manman slammed into him from behind, knocking him down.
He stumbled and pitched forward onto the floor.
His forehead slammed against the floorboards, and the world swam dizzily before his eyes.
