Qiao Zhiyi had a bad premonition.
Suddenly, Qin Mengsha sneered creepily, "Even if I die, I will bring someone down with me!"
As she spoke, she made a throat-slitting gesture at Qiao Zhiyi.
Bang—
"Don't!"
A little bit of something wet and warm got on her neck.
Her heart trembled fiercely.
"Zhiyi!" Qiao Zhihuan's face turned white as he quickly rushed over.
Qiao Zhiyi felt weightless, her body light and floating.
Her face was pale as she slowly turned her head.
Qin Mengsha lay on the ground, a bloody dot at the center of her forehead, her eyes wide open, the light in them slowly fading away.
Watching her convulse, Qiao Zhiyi didn't know why, but her eyes reddened, and tears involuntarily began to flow.
She didn't know why she was crying; she just couldn't help it.
Half-kneeling on the ground, watching the light in Qin Mengsha's eyes gradually disappear and her body no longer convulsing, she slowly reached out her hand and covered Qin Mengsha's eyes.