"What are you doing? Why did you bring a knife to school?" Although Qiu Yizhen was quite unreasonable, she would still never bring a knife to school.
Jian Yiling didn't answer Qiu Yizhen's question. She held the knife in her left hand and pointed at her right hand.
"Let's gamble a hand."
What the hell? Gamble a hand? Was she mad?
Jian Yiling paused for a moment before she continued, "Show me evidence and this hand is for yours to cut; If not, your hand is for me to cut off."
Jian Yiling's voice was slightly childish and would be considered even slightly sweet. However, the words that she said were quite scary.
She held the scalpel in her left hand and it stayed suspended ten centimeters above her right wrist. It seemed as though she was ready to cut down as it at any time.
Although her words were soft and weak, the way she did things had a force that Qiu Yizhen didn't have.
