The man walked towards Jiang Ruan.
Underneath the mask, his face was soaked in wickedness, showcasing the filth of human nature to the fullest. Jiang Ruan remained immobile as hazy tears swirled in her eyes.
Finally.
The man arrived in front of her, seizing her shoulders. Her coat had been stripped off, leaving her only in a thin white woolen shirt. Her skin was as delicate as porcelain, her bone structure slender, her collarbone drawing attention, captivating in its aesthetic appeal.
The man's breathing grew heavy.
However, he failed to notice the young woman's gradually fading expression.
He reached to grab a syringe from the table beside him in an attempt to ensure his safety.
Yet.
Just as he was about to touch the syringe.
The initially weak young woman abruptly turned her body around and tightened a metal chain around the man's neck. Then, she smashed a piece of glassware against the bed edge and swiftly, accurately and mercilessly slashed it across his throat.
