Upon hearing this, Yao Qingtao's footsteps suddenly stopped. The hand holding the basin began to tremble slightly. She turned to look at that person and probed, "What do you mean by this?"
"If I said that your sister's death was not an accident at all, and that I also know who the murderer of your sister was, would you want to avenge your sister?"
A muffled bang sounded in the room. The basin in Yao Qingtao's hand smashed to the ground. The water in the basin rushed out of the basin and covered a large area of the floor. The owner of the home could not care less about this.
"My sister's death... was not an accident? Someone killed her... how... how is it possible?"
The girl's low voice echoed in the dark room. There was a trace of disbelief and an extremely grievous hesitation in her voice. It was as if she had been severely injured, but was unable to retaliate. She could only silently lick her wounds with her tail between her legs. It was heartbreaking.
