The door slammed against the wall, creating a loud noise.
Ying Xuaner turned her head to look at the doorway.
Mrs. Ying had already entered, with an aggressive stance. Ying Xuaner paid no further attention, lifted her chin, and continued to wipe the wound with a disinfectant swab. But in her ears, it was Mrs. Ying's trembling voice accusing: "It was you, wasn't it? You killed your sister!"
After a while, Ying Xuaner threw the cotton swab into the trash can, turned her head to look at Mrs. Ying with an eerily calm gaze, "I understand you've just lost a daughter and can't watch your words. Now, get out."
Not only did Mrs. Ying not leave, but she also swept the things off the vanity, eyes reddened as she chastised: "You're a sinister little monster! We should have sent you abroad long ago and never let you come back. That would've been better than letting you bring disaster to this family now!"
