As the two of them talked about how they had been doused with gasoline, their choked sobs and terrified weeping never stopped.
It seemed they had really been scared senseless.
Yang Lan gritted her teeth and recounted the experience of being doused with gasoline. "Shuyan, do you know how scared I was when that woman threw the lighter over after splashing us with gasoline? My legs trembled as if they weren't my own at the time; it's still like that now. At that time, I really thought I was dead. It was too… scary, too scary! I was covered in gasoline…"
When Yang Lan mentioned this for the second time, her lips still couldn't help but tremble and her limbs turned cold. It was as if the cold air in the dead of winter blew over her, and her voice occasionally cracked and trembled.
When Zhen Yu saw that Yang Lan couldn't continue, she picked up where Yang Lan left off, and her face wasn't any better than Yang Lan's.
