tw: blood, gore, mutilation
Min Guifen turns around slowly, his eyes wide as bowls. He visibly recoils when he sees Min Fengyi standing next to him like a vengeful ghost.
"F-Fengyi?" he asks, his voice wavers. He tries to reach for her but she steps away from his touch.
Min Fengyi says nothing, she only looks down at Min Guifen with a cold assessing gaze.
"Fengyi, he didn't die then. I swear to you that I didn't know it was poison," he says, slurring his words and trying to cling to the hem of her dirty robes.
"He's dead now, and killed by your hand," she says finally. Her dark eyes shine with all the hatred that has been brewing inside her for the past years. Six years dead and she only knows anguish and anger.
"It was an accident! I didn't mean to kill him, please believe me," he shouts, walking on his knees towards her.
