Chong Wanyin's fingernails scratched a long, bloody gash across Wen Zhi's arm.
But Wen Zhi was utterly unaware of the pain.
She choked Chong Wanyin's neck expressionlessly and spoke deliberately, "Madam, my mother is waiting for you down below. When you go down, remember to apologize to her properly."
"Wen, Zhi..."
Chong Wanyin's nails almost embedded themselves into Wen Zhi's arm.
The blood from the gash mingled with that on her index finger, flowing down her arm, until it was so much that her eyes were almost stained red with blood, yet she felt no pain at all.
Unsure of how much time had passed, Wen Zhi's vision gradually blurred, as tears fogged her eyes. Slowly, she lifted her head to look into the distance, a figure was approaching her.
"Mom..."
Finally...
I have finally avenged you...
The blood mixed with the tears, trickling down. As Chong Wanyin's voice grew weaker and weaker, the smile on Wen Zhi's lips was wanton and brilliant.
