"Don't you dare try any tricks," the Man in Black Robe threatened.
Shao He lay sprawled lazily on the ground and, upon hearing this, retorted with sarcasm, "I'm already like a fish on the cutting board, at the mercy of others. What can I possibly do?"
The Man in Black Robe snorted coldly and ignored her.
Time passed slowly, and night fell, with the moon hanging high in the sky.
Shao He returned to her room and felt increasingly weak. She couldn't help but lay her head on the desk and fall asleep. In a daze, she heard a rustling sound by her ear.
She abruptly opened her eyes and was about to look around when she suddenly felt a chill at her neck, as if something cold and sharp was pressing against her throat.
Shao He stiffened instantly. She held her breath, not daring to move, for fear that the dagger would slice her throat.
In the darkness, Shao He could vaguely make out the eyes of the masked man in black.
