However, the truth was that the so-called meeting my doom was merely an illusion.
I would not be reduced to ashes.
In a sense, this could be considered a terrifying punishment, or a cruel death sentence. Fate wouldn't kill me, but it would torture me until the next layer of flesh was removed.
I thought, this was probably my retribution.
"Xiachun, what's the matter?"
Han Xiao was probably startled awake by my trembling. She turned on the lights, only to see me biting onto the blanket and clenching my teeth tightly while holding back my tears.
She held me tightly, probably trying to give me as much reassurance as possible.
I greedily wanted to absorb her warmth. I hugged her and whispered, "Han Xiao, I'm scared…"
I was afraid. I was afraid that sooner or later, this matter would be exposed, brought out in the open.
I was afraid. I was afraid of how Dongyu would look upon me with disgust when he would find out about this.
