What does it feel like to be forced to kill your most beloved person with your own hands? — Hua Xi
I dreamed that my sister wanted to kill me, but I don't believe it! — Xing Beiluo.
Inside the penthouse suite on the top floor of a five-star hotel.
Outside the tightly closed door stood a glamorous woman wearing a red strapless long dress.
Just thinking about pushing open that door and having to kill her dearest with her own hands made Hua Xi's heart ache uncontrollably.
Yet, this was once again something inescapable...
Ah, if she couldn't escape, then—
No more running!
In an instant, the sorrow surrounding her vanished, replaced entirely by an aura of cold detachment and resolute determination.
She reached out and pushed open the heavy door.
"Creak—"
The door opened.
"The one who came really is you."
Inside the door, Xing Beiluo, dressed in white, smiled with self-deprecation.
A pair of clear peach-blossom eyes locked fixedly onto Hua Xi.
"They forced you to do this, didn't they?"
There was still a trace of hope and pleading in her gaze.
As long as Hua Xi said she wasn't the one behind this,
she would definitely believe it without a moment's hesitation!
Hua Xi walked toward Xing Beiluo with an air of grace, yet it felt like a sharp blade stepping ruthlessly upon Xing Beiluo's heart.
"Why couldn't it be me, my good sister? Your current state is all thanks to me, after all... Oh! I haven't congratulated you yet—your intended husband is in his seventies, three times your age! Hahaha..."
As if she had just suddenly remembered, Hua Xi covered her mouth and giggled as she said:
"Congratulations, congratulations to you~ How is it, my good sister? You picked me up and saved my life, and I've returned the favor with a wonderful marriage. Aren't I good to you!"
Xing Beiluo's face turned pale: "Why?"
"Do you know? They call you the Enchantress, yet my good sister has always been so proud—how could you ever be willing to serve as a mere courtesan..."
Hua Xi stepped right up to Xing Beiluo, lifting her chin with a fingertip: "Tsk, tsk, tsk... You'd be better off just killing yourself..."
Xing Beiluo looked expressionlessly at Hua Xi and asked again: "Why?"
Hua Xi's gaze darkened, and she avoided answering.
She only spoke in her usual tone of fishing for favor: "Oh, right, my good sister, you probably didn't know? This matter was The Organization's decision. Our future successor has just been discarded so easily~"
Hua Xi raised her wrist, toying with a white jade bracelet, a strange gleam flickering in her eyes.
"The Organization you respect the most used you to trade for a dead object—none other than the Sky-Splitting Ridge, which no one has ever managed to open until now!"
Xing Beiluo's face was filled with sorrow: "Why use me as a trade? With my abilities, doesn't The Organization know I could easily take it by force?"
Hua Xi turned around and lazily flopped down onto the sofa, revealing her fair thighs as she sneered: "That's right, as someone groomed to be a successor since childhood, of course you could easily snatch it. But The Organization started doubting your loyalty, you see~"
Hua Xi rolled her eyes.
She had said enough; she had let her know just about everything she needed to.
Next, it was time to send her on her way!
In an instant, Hua Xi's gaze turned fierce, and she kicked out toward Xing Beiluo.
The blow came completely unawares. Xing Beiluo stumbled back two or three meters, crashing against the edge of the bed.
The sheer force sent her collapsing onto the mattress.
A surge of blood rushed up her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the elegant gown at her chest.
A mist of blood rose up before her.
Xing Beiluo ignored it entirely, simply staring fixedly at Hua Xi, as if she couldn't believe the person before her would actually attack her.
"You are my dearest sister, hailed as the number one femme fatale in the assassination world. I never expected that a scorpion's venom would turn against me..."
Hua Xi sneered:
"My foolish sister~ Do you have any idea that The Organization nurtured you simply to use you for experiments? For instance, your body..."
Whatever else Hua Xi said, Xing Beiluo could no longer hear it.
She had come here wanting only one answer.
Xing Beiluo buried her grief and asked with a blank expression:
"When you were abandoned in the wilderness and dying, it was I who picked you up, kept you by my side since childhood, and taught you everything I knew. Whatever you wanted, I would risk my life to get for you... You've forgotten how you once suffered from massive blood loss, and it was I who transfused most of the blood from my own body into you to save your life. I dare say I treated you better than my own flesh and blood, and I simply cannot understand why you would do this. Is someone threatening you? Speak to me!"
Her heart was bleeding.
Hua Xi gave a soft laugh. Of course she remembered. She had suddenly disappeared for three months, and three months later, Xing Beiluo had found and rescued her when she was unconscious.
Yet, no one knew what she had endured during those three months, and she would never tell anyone.
She had to bear all that pain entirely on her own.
And now, she had to repay kindness with cruelty!
The more Xing Beiluo hated her, the better.
Emotions were the ultimate driving force behind Xing Beiluo's strength!