table. "Take this," 。"“What” Lin Jinran blinked, not understanding what Fu MoHan meant. " 。"Give you" 。"No, I don't need it." 。 。Fu Mo Han looked at her, his expression indifferent, "I don't have th...Lin Jinran had nowhere to hide, the sharp blade icy as it plunged towards her.

At the moment of life and death, driven by her instinct for survival, she grabbed a knife and held it against Lin Shan'er's attack.

The blade cut through her palm, crimson blood snaking down her wrist like a stream winding onto her pale arm, a particularly jarring sight.

The excruciating pain in her palm made Lin Jinran's already pale face even whiter, her forehead dripping with sweat. The pain shook her whole body.

"I'll see how long you can last."

Lin Shan'er's face was ferocious, gritting her teeth and using all her strength to thrust the knife forward, determined to give Lin Jinran no way out.

The disparity in strength, coupled with Lin Jinyan's injuries and dwindling energy, the sharp pain in her palm, and the blade slowly approaching her eyes.

With his last ounce of strength, Lin Jinran's face contorted in pain, almost twisted with agony.

She gritted her teeth and persisted, asking in broken spurts, "Who...are you"

Lin Shan'er's face was contorted in rage, her eyes wide and blazing with malice. She hissed, "When you get to hell, ask your mother!"

After saying that, Lin Shaner took a deep breath and suddenly increased her strength.

At this point, Lin Jinyan had almost exhausted his strength. Facing Lin Shanyer's sudden increase in power, he weakly resisted.

Her legs gave way, her body sliding down as the unstoppable blade plunged straight into her shoulder, then ripped back out with a sickening force.

Suddenly, Lin Jinran screamed, "Ah~~~"

Fresh blood gushed out of the wound where the knife pierced, quickly staining Lin Jinyu's pale clothes red. The blood on his shoulder gradually spread across his clothes, like a blooming red flower.

Lin Jin's face was as pale as paper, and he slumped to the ground, his body trembling involuntarily from the pain.

She slightly raised her head and looked at the person in front of her. She had delicate makeup on, a smug expression on her face, and murderous intent in her eyes.

Her lips trembled slightly, and Lin Jinyan's voice was as faint as a mosquito, struggling to utter three words, "Lin Ruochu."

Lin Shan'er, brimming with confidence, was struck dumb by surprise, as if struck by lightning.

Her delicate complexion showed a hint of panic, but thinking that Lin Jinran already knew, what could she do to change it anyway She was dead after all, and she couldn't even be truly afraid of her.

She could only take this secret to hell with her!

Seeing the subtle change on Lin Shanshan's face and the surprise in her eyes, Lin Jinran was certain she had guessed correctly.

She is really Lin Ruochu, her half-sister!

There have been times when I suspected that Lin Shan'er harbored a deep hatred for me, as if we had an ancient grudge.

They must have known each other before.

Lin Jinran once suspected it was Lin Ruochu, but he wasn't sure.

Although she and Lin Ruochu shared the same father, they looked very different. Lin Shanni's appearance resembled hers, but not that of Lin Ruochu.

Over the past few days, Lin Shan’er unconsciously acted in ways that vaguely resembled Lin Ruochu's mannerisms. This led to Lin Jinfan having a thought.

Could it be that Lin Shanyue before me is her missing sister, Lin Ruochu, who has changed her appearance

As expected, it's her!

Recognizing Lin Ruochu, he didn't let Lin Jinyan relax even a little. Instead, his heart felt an endless pang of sadness.

She panted, enduring the agonizing pain, trying to buy herself some time to be saved.

Perhaps, someone will discover it in the next second.

Lin Jinran trembled her lips, struggling to speak, “You… how… hate me”

"Stop wasting time, your bodyguard savior was already dealt with before you arrived." Looking through Lin Jinfan's thoughts, Lin Shaner sneered sarcastically.

She stared down at Lin Jinyan, who was almost surrounded by blood, and let out a strange laugh. "Your dead mother really had foresight to give you this name, Jinyan, blood-stained Jinyan! Haha, go to death!"

In the midst of their conversation, he once again raised his arm high, preparing to eliminate Lin Jinyan!ing them back and forth. Lin Ruochu's resistance seemed to melt away like mist in the wind as she nodded in agreement.As she left the teahouse, the clouds grew thicker, a heavy darkness that obscured...