However, Shen Yanxiao, whom she had ridiculed all her life, stood in front of her and only looked at her as she shrieked miserably from within the flames.
Her usually confused and dreamy eyes were replaced with traces unfamiliarity and disdain that frightened Shen Jiayi.
Shen Yanxiao quietly stood in front of the bonfire and looked at Shen Jiayi's miserable appearance as the flames swallowed her. She knew that the fire couldn't burn the magic-trained Shen Jiayi to her death. It would only cause some superficial wounds, and so, she was not worried if Shen Jiayi would die in the fire. She just had to stand rooted at that spot and quietly appreciate the face that was distorted by pain.
Shen Jiawei, who still stood guard at the door, felt that something was amiss when he heard the anguished scream from the room. As the shouts from a familiar voice turned mournful, he suddenly realized what had happened and pushed the door open with a bang.
