Xie Shuning leaned listlessly against the window, closing her eyes against the cold wind of early spring.,Xie Shuning, despite being frail, suddenly unleashed a terrifying strength. With one hand, he covered Wen Xue Luo's mouth, and with the other, he pulled a hairpin from her hair, plunging it into her throat with all his might.,He looked up, confused and impatient, but still bent down and hugged her. Wen Xueluo was still lying there. He became suspicious and just as he was about to let go of Xie Shuning, a sharp pain suddenly came to his chest.。