Qin Shuang could feel the cold blade pressed against her neck.
It would be a lie to say she was not scared at all.
But her objective had still been achieved.
Thinking of this, a sense of calm settled in her heart.
"Just now, a reporter asked a question, Senior Luo, that I also really want to know, why do you hate me so much? Even if you want me dead, shouldn't you at least let me die with a clear understanding?" Qin Shuang tried her best to keep her voice steady as she asked.
The knife in Luo Xingyu's hand pressed closer against her neck, and Qin Shuang could feel the stabbing pain of the blade cutting into her flesh.
"Senior Luo, look at all these people here. You know that even if you really kill me, you won't be able to escape, right? Since that's the case, since you so desperately want to die with me, don't you want everyone to know your grievances as well? Not voicing what's in your heart and just ending it like this, would you be content?" Qin Shuang asked.