Summary
He pressed the dagger against the small of my back, his voice burning hot against my ear. “Shen Zhiwei, when you saved me all those years ago, you said that as long as I turned back, you would be waiting for me.” I reached up and snapped the red cord around his wrist, a faint smile playing on my lips. “Yin Xianshan, I did wait. Now it’s your turn to wait-until the day I die.”