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As soon as the word "fire" left her lips, she suddenly hugged her own head and began screaming incessantly, moving towards Lian Qiao with a trembling body, while her already aged face was completely drained of color.
She was scared, beyond scared!
Such terrifying fire, endless and vast flames… the sky and ground ablaze...
Ah! The fire had reached her hand, her feet were alight, and her body was burning…
"Madam, run…"
Who was it? Who was urging her to desperately run, pushing her outside, and who was shouting arrogantly from the other end of the flames, "Shen Yaru, go die, just die…"
"Die… die… let her die…"
Why? Why did they all want her to die?
Who exactly was she? Why did they all want her dead?
Right, it was those women… they all wanted her dead…
The fragmented memories kept replaying in her mind. Old Madam Shen's withered hands began frantically clawing at her own hair, her lips twitching oddly into indistinct mutterings.
