I regained my thoughts and looked at Shen Huaixu.

He fell to the ground, pale, with his chest heaving.

"Are you here to avenge that bitch?"

Shen Huaixu seemed to still be trapped in a hallucination. He looked at my face, his expression deranged.

"Hahaha, she's already dead. Even if you kill me, she won't come back."

I wasn't angry at his words, just curious.

"Why did you kill her?"

Shen Huaixu perhaps didn't expect me to ask him this question. After a few seconds of silence, he muttered, "Why do you ask me? Because she deserved to die."

This answer I had waited for seven years did not satisfy me.

Frustrated, I picked up the fruit knife from the desk and stabbed it fiercely into Shen Huaixu's right hand.

He let out a painful howl, but I couldn't calm down.

Every cell in my body was screaming, kill him, kill him!

"Anning, what are you doing!"

Upon hearing Anning's name, I finally snapped back to reality.

I looked at Shen Huaixu, his face contorted with pain, and coldly said, "I am not Anning."