She smiled. "Don't worry. I will."
What followed was slow and methodical. Xi Ping didn't hold back. Every scream, every plea for mercy only fueled her resolve. She wanted them to feel the pain they had caused her tenfold.
Her foster mother sobbed, begging, "Please, Xi Ping! We're sorry! We'll do anything—just stop!"
Her foster father's bravado crumbled. He shouted, then whimpered, "Let us go! We won't bother you again, I swear!"
Xi Ping tilted her head, watching them with a cold detachment. "You're right. You won't bother me again."
Without hesitation, she ended it. Her blade was swift, and her strikes were final.
The shack fell into silence once more. Xi Ping stood there for a moment, staring at their lifeless forms. There was no guilt, no regret—only a strange calmness settling over her.
