She lifted her hand forcefully and held Xia Yu's hand.
Her voice was hoarse as if it had been burnt by fire.
Xia Yu cried even harder. "Sister, stop being so stubborn, just admit you killed someone! Brother Ziheng only hit you because he was anxious. You'll be alright as long as you admit to killing someone!" Her tears fell down her cheeks and landed coldly on Xia Ling's hand.
Xia Ling suddenly felt as though her sister was very far away from herself. Why did she believe she had killed someone? "I didn't kill anyone," she said difficultly to Xia Yu. "Xiao Yu, you have to believe me."
But Xia Yu cried and said, "Sister, I know you're afraid since you have to pay with your life for killing someone. But we are sisters and you don't have to pretend in front of me, just admit you did it! Only when you admit it can me and Brother Ziheng find ways to protect you! Sister!"
Her seemingly caring words stabbed painfully at Xia Ling's heart.
