I saw Nicky smile in a sinister manner. Putting on a posture of extreme comfort, she said leisurely, "Of course, it’s so that I can do it myself."
I did not know where she got a dagger from, but she slowly walked toward me.
With every step she took, the smile on her face deepened.
Although it was just a dagger, it looked especially intimidating under the moonlight as if it were shining with cold light.
I felt a little frightened and stepped back.
Seeing my movement, Nicky laughed out loud sarcastically. "So, you do know fear. It looks like you really do have the desire to live."
My eyes followed the knife in her hand closely, for fear that she would swing the knife down in haste.
"You've already got your wish. Why are you still trying to hurt me?" I asked her.
Nicky glanced at the two people behind her, her eyes narrowing. "Go outside and stand guard. Sound an alert immediately if you notice movement."
"Understood."
The two men disappeared from the second floor immediately after receiving the order.
Only the two of us were left here, and Nicky's eyes fell on me again. "You’re asking me why I want to hurt you? Don't you know why?"
I frowned, not understanding what she was saying. "I don't understand."
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