The person who rushed over didn't expect his urgent shout to lead the Bitter Old Woman to her death sooner, and he was momentarily stunned, angrily saying: "You..." The back in front of him suddenly seemed somewhat familiar, causing his words to trail off without finish.
The woman with her back turned to him lowered the dagger in her hand, and blood slowly dripped down from the pale dagger blade, drop by drop into the dirt. Two breaths later, there was no trace of blood on the dagger.
He heard this woman softly say with a voice he was most familiar with: "Brother Quan, long time no see."
She slowly turned around.
Today was a full moon, and she was dressed in scarlet. Moonlight, like water, spilled over her charming face, that was the face Quan Shifang missed, yet still somewhat different.
