A cold, giant sword pressed against his Adam's apple, its freezing tip slicing a bloody trail across his skin.
Xu Jiayu's expression stiffened. His gaze followed the hand holding the sword all the way up, landing on a familiar face.
An involuntary flash of surprise crossed his eyes, and his mouth parted instinctively as if to call out that name—and then, the next second, he saw the expression in the young woman's eyes.
Chapter 440