"Do you really realize it's wrong?" Zhao Xiaoxi asked. Its voice softened slightly, which gave Song Yang the illusion that Zhao Xiaoxi was moved, and he became a little happy. "Yes, I know it's wrong."
"Since you know it's wrong, then go to hell and repent!" Zhao Xiaoxi said coldly, then stopped wasting time on Song Yang. She held a dagger and went to stab Song Yang.
"No!" When Song Yang saw that, his eyes widened and he wanted to resist, but he was already unable to do that. He watched as the dagger in Zhao Xiaoxi's hand pierced his chest.
The next second, blood spurted out.
"You…" Song Yang wanted to say something, but couldn't utter another word. He was reluctant to accept this result.
If he knew that one day Zhao Xiaoxi would turn into a ghost to seek revenge on him, he wouldn't have killed her four years ago.
For his own fame and wealth, he would still attack Zhao Xiaoxi, but he wouldn't have killed her directly.