She reached out again, grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table, and rushed towards Jiang Muyao on the sofa.
The tip of the fruit knife pointed directly at the face that she hated so much.
If I could destroy this face.
If you can...
Jiang Muyao looked at the knife that was stabbing towards her, without any panic in her eyes.
To her, Jiang Wanrou was just an insignificant ant.
Just when he was about to stab her, Jiang Muyao was quick-witted and kicked Jiang Wanrou's wrist accurately.
The fruit knife flew out, drawing an arc in the air.
But what was strange was that the knife did not fall to the ground, but turned around and stabbed towards Jiang Wanrou.
"ah!"
Jiang Wanrou only had time to let out a scream and couldn't dodge at all. She felt a stinging pain on her cheek.
Warm liquid flows down my cheeks...
It turned out that Jiang Muyao had already put a backlash spell on Jiang Muyao.
If Jiang Wanrou had no ill intention to hurt Jiang Muyao, this curse would naturally have no effect on her.
However, her heart was filled with hatred for Jiang Muyao.
Jiang Wanrou touched her face tremblingly and felt a hideous wound. Her hands were covered in blood.
A mirror...she needed a mirror.
She looked around and saw that everyone in the living room was looking at her face...
There was shock, fear, and pity...
"My face...my face!"
Jiang Wanrou collapsed to her knees on the ground, tears mixed with blood dripping down her face.
She looked at Jiang Muyao who was still sitting on the sofa gracefully.
Suddenly, she realized something.
Is this calm and ruthless woman in front of her really Jiang Muyao, whom she has bullied for many years?
The Jiang Muyao who was impulsive, irritable, easily trusting others, and always suicidal?
The Jiang Muyao who was disliked by Pei Linyuan?
The Jiang Muyao in his memory and the woman in front of him overlapped and separated, overlapped and separated.
An incredible idea emerged in her mind.
"You are not Jiang Muyao!"
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