Luo Huian turned to look at Luo Qingling, who was standing at the threshold of her ward. Her mouth was agape as she looked at the scene in front of her. Her sister, who was sick and was lying in a bed, was now holding a bottle of poison in her hands.
"Huian—why... why do you have to take things so close to your heart?" Luo Qingling asked as she walked inside the ward. She approached Luo Huian carefully and slowly, such as to not agitate her any further.
Even her hands were raised in the air as if she were surrendering.
"Now give that bottle of poison to sister." Luo Qingling reached out her hand in front of Luo Huian before saying, "Be a good girl, alright."
"Do I get a release from this place?" Luo Huian asked. If exchanging a useless bottle of poison got her the freedom she wanted, she might think of it.
