"Aunt Wen, huh…" Qiao Mu gently uttered, atypical musing in her tone.
'Don't understand why? You don't need to understand.'
'You only need to know that I don't need you to be a part of my future!'
'If you had nicely stayed far away from me, I would've spared you. However, you just had to approach me so stupidly, so… I have no choice but to let you die!'
'I don't mind dying my hands red with your blood because you owe it to me from our previous life!'
'The cycle of karma led to appropriate retribution! Since the heavens decided to spare you, I will personally take care of you!'
Qiao Mu stood in front of the banister and darkly looked ahead. The lingering light of the setting sun painted the distant sky an orange-red, a befitting complement to the dash of blood below her.
