Reborn To Love Chapter 259 Shen Xiner’s Death

Chapter 259 Shen Xiner’s Death　　He Xinyan didn’t get mad from being called all these names, and she shrugged.

“I don’t know. Maybe they are all blind?”

Shen Xiner got even more blind, “No! It’s because you are disgusting and fake and – Ughh!!”

Shen Xiner held the knife up and He Xinyan felt her heartbeat speed up.

Seeing He Xinyan’s reaction, Shen Xiner got more and more excited.

“Hahaha, you are scared of death, aren’t you? Hahahaha!” She flung the knife around in a crazy manner and put one hand up to her chest as she laughed.

To be honest, He Xinyan wasn’t very afraid of death, especially after hearing about the possibility that Gu Yechen. . . What she was afraid of was a painful death, like being stabbed to death by Shen Xiner.

And, if Gu Yechen wasn’t dead, what would he do without her?! She couldn’t bear to think about the pain he would live in if he heard she got murdered.

“I’m more scared of you,” He Xinyan muttered but Shen Xiner still heard.

Shen Xiner’s eyes dimmed as she began running her second finger down the shiny blade. 

After several seconds, she smirked, “Killing you would be a waste, don’t you think. . . You should suffer in this world without Gu Yechen and without anyone that loves you or likes you!”

She grinned softly and narrowed her eyes, “How about. . . I slash your face?! Hahaha if you have a huge scar on that ugly face of yours, then no one will like you anymore!”

Shen Xiner called He Xinyan’s face ugly, but they both knew that inside, Shen Xiner was just jealous of He Xinyan’s gorgeous face that she didn’t have.

Shen Xiner nodded her head as she began to like that plan more and more, and the next second, she held the knife up, facing towards He Xinyan, and charged to the bed.

He Xinyan prepared already and Shen Xiner’s speed was much slower than she had expected. She immediately jumped off the bed in the other direction, her heartbeat speeding up and an adrenaline rush overcoming her body as she nearly escaped the blade.

However, Shen Xiner was crazy already, and she didn’t stop. 

She jumped onto the bed and practically rolled across it, trying to stab He Xinyan now. She seemed to have forgotten her plan of only slashing her face.

He Xinyan ran from her and towards the door, trying her luck to see if maybe it was unlocked.

When she reached it, she quickly pulled down on the door handle and. . . it was locked.

Shen Xiner’s laughter could be heard in the silence of the night, “Don’t try! I locked it! Hahahaha!”

The door was in a short and narrow hallway from the bed, so He Xinyan was trapped. She immediately regretted the decision. However, it was too late.

Shen Xiner’s eyes were red as she held the knife up and ran towards He Xinyan again with a crooked grimace on her face, this time the knife near the chest position. It was obvious she wanted to kill her by now.

He Xinyan clenched her teeth together and decided to give it a shot. When Shen Xiner was a few steps away from her, she reached out and grabbed onto Shen Xiner’s lower arm, the knife accidentally tearing through her inner arm as she did so.

Feeling the sudden sharp burst of pain, He Xinyan didn’t stop as she forcefully grabbed onto the arm that was holding the knife and pushed it upwards towards the ceiling.

Shen Xiner obviously wasn’t expecting this, and she fell back a step, still grabbing onto the knife tightly. He Xinyan used her right hand and reached up, trying to grab the knife from her.

Because of all the movement, the palm of her hand was sliced by the sharp blade several times, but she couldn’t care about that at the moment.

Shen Xiner was much weaker than He Xinyan, and she was able to grab the knife from Shen Xiner easily. 

She then pushed Shen Xiner away, but the next second, Shen Xiner had regained her balance and was running back at her without any weapon in her hands, but her face and voice both filled with hatred and relentlessness.

With one hand holding the knife, He Xinyan had only one hand, and she tried to push Shen Xiner away, but she jumped onto her, pushing her down onto the ground, pressing down over her.

Shen Xiner wrapped her wrists around He Xinyan’s neck, using as much force as she could to try and strangle her.

In a few seconds, He Xinyan began coughing as she began fighting for air, slowly losing her consciousness. Shen Xiner was over her arm so she couldn’t lift the knife up.

She tried for a long time and her vision was beginning to blur already when she was finally able to free her arm from Shen Xiner’s leg.

Shen Xiner must have gotten too excited to even think about the knife.

He Xinyan couldn’t even think clearly as her brain was lacking oxygen and she couldn’t see anything clearly except Shen Xiner’s excited face. 

As a human’s natural survival instinct, He Xinyan used all her force, wrapping her hand tightly around the knife as she pushed the knife up, not sure where she was aiming at.

However, the next second, she heard a painful moan, and the hands on her neck loosened.

She took quick and shallow breaths as her vision slowly began to focus again. She coughed endlessly, rolling onto her stomach.

“He. . . Xin. . . Yan. . .” Then, there was the sound of a breath and then it was silent. 

He Xinyan looked up when she heard the soft and hoarse voice call her name, and what she saw would stay inside her memories forever.

Shen Xiner’s upper body leaned up against the wall, her head bent forward like a ragged doll. Her arms and legs were positioned crookedly like she had no bones, and. . . 

She wasn’t breathing.

Right in the center of her chest, the blade she once held in her hand pierced through it, blood still dripping out like water from a fountain. . .