Swish.
A flash of silver.
Murong Yu simply lowered her gaze to the dagger rapidly aiming for her abdomen.
She did not dodge, and there was even a hint of relief in her eyes.
But the dagger suddenly stopped upon touching her skin.
The force of the blade was too quick to retract, scratching her lower abdomen slightly.
The cut was shallow, not reaching the organs, merely slicing a bit of skin and leaving a faint trail of blood.
Chu Qianli's eyes turned frosty as she put away the dagger and looked at her coolly, "Why didn't you dodge?"
"I owe you far more than just a stab. If you wish to strike back, I can let you stab me three times."
If three stabs could resolve the grievances between the two of them, this would be very good for Wuya.
Murong Yu knew, although Wuya and Chu Qianli were not romantically involved, their bond was deep.
If it was brotherly love, it was as close as siblings.
And she, she was Wuya's birth mother.