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.,However, Xie Shuning gripped it so tightly that her knuckles turned white, stopping it from escaping.,The weather was fine, with a gentle spring breeze.。