Han Xi propped herself up with her arms and struggled to sit up from the ground. She closed her eyes to calm herself for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes again, the bewilderment and panic from before were no longer on her face.
Han Xi looked at Han Siyu, who seemed possessed, and there was a trace of heartbreak in her indifferent voice: "Burning me to death will only make Li Chenghao hate you more, make Lu Jinghan go all out against you, and also subject your conscience to a lifetime of condemnation. I grew up with you as your sister, not your enemy. Because the man you love happens to love me, you want to burn me to death. Han Siyu, can you face our deceased mother? Do you think she would forgive you from up in the heavens?"
Han Siyu's hands froze, her fingers turning pale from gripping the gasoline can too hard.
