She looked into those eyes, raised her hands high, and finally signaled with her gaze: *Trust me.*
The man's gaze remained ice-cold. Seeing that he said nothing further, Shen Qingyan began to untie her belt. Yet it seemed too late now.
The sword pressed against the man's throat tightened slightly, quickly cutting a thin wound. Her eyes held absolute sincerity and innocence, as if silently implying that everything she did was to save him.
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