Wallis was lost in his own fantasies, completely unaware that a young woman had silently approached him from behind, stealthily drawing a boning knife concealed in her dress. Her fair right hand gripped the handle tightly, trembling towards Wallis's neck for quite a while. Until she heard the final sentence, she gritted her teeth and forcefully plunged the sharp blade in.
Wallis only felt a sharp pain in his neck and instinctively turned his head, seeing a pair of eyes filled with hatred.
At the sight of Wallis's face, the woman was reminded of past humiliations, and her hatred surged. She drew out the knife and stabbed again with all her might.
The blade sank right into the right eye socket, penetrating straight into the skull.
Wallis was in excruciating pain, unable to make any sound, as the first stab had already severed his neck's blood vessels and throat. He instinctively swung his arm backward.
