Jie Family's second young master stretched out his hand, where the little finger, though the small iron splint had long been removed, still bore a shocking wound. He pointed to that finger with a look of grief and fury in his eyes.
"I've never wronged you, yet you were so ruthless, even wanting to kill me. You haven't forgotten how you wielded that knife at me, have you? This finger is a token of your 'benevolence'."
Du Wanqing stared blankly at the wound, her lips parted and dry, unable to utter a single word for a long while.
"Your current state is also your own doing, you can blame nobody else."
Du Wanqing reached out and touched her face, which resembled the rough skin of a toad.
She hadn't set the fire intending suicide but rather sought an escape, madly longing to get out, so she ignited the firewood storeroom.
