"No, the one who should die is me, Sister. It was I who framed Lin Chen for stealing underwear; it was I who was blind enough to regard Zhang Hui as a hero; it was I who drove Lin Chen away. Sister, all of this is my doing; let him kill me!" Xiao Ziting struggled as she cried out in agony.
Xiao Zixuan shook her head helplessly, "Foolish girl, I was the one who was wrong—not to have trusted Lin Chen. Besides, I am your elder sister; if someone has to die, it should be me."
The man with the scar suddenly burst into laughter, "Oh, such deep sisterly love, fighting over who gets to die. Well then, I'll grant your wish."
He drew a dagger and placed it at Xiao Zixuan's neck.
Xiao Zixuan felt a bitterness in her heart, never imagining she would die like this. She closed her eyes, and suddenly, a figure appeared—it was Lin Chen!
If only she hadn't driven him away, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way. Lin Chen's disappointed gaze echoed in her mind.
