Qin Yi’s ring was taken away by Yun Huan, so she was a girl at this moment.
Qin Yi chuckled, “Exactly.”
Qin Jiaojiao took a few steps back in fear, trembling, “Aren’t you dead? Aren’t you dead?”
She remembered killing Qin Yi herself. She had personally stabbed that dagger through Qin Yi’s chest—this person should be dead.
Qin Yi was indifferent, “I’m not dead. Are you very disappointed, huh?”
She didn’t have any feelings toward Qin Jiaojiao, but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t kill her. After all, this person had caused her death in both her previous and current lives.
Qin Jiaojiao was stunned for a very long time before she was truly sure that Qin Yi wasn’t dead. Her eyes lit up and she crawled quickly to Qin Yi, then grabbed Qin Yi’s leg, “Good sister… Sister, ask them to let me go. You’re not dead, right? You’re still alive! Please, please, tell them to let me go.”
Qin Jiaojiao was elated. Qin Yi wasn’t dead, so that meant that she hadn’t killed Qin Yi at all. Those people should let her go now!
Also, she had a great relationship with Qin Yi in the past. Qin Yi was so obedient; she wouldn’t let her die like this.
Qin Jiaojiao was so confident and shameless. She felt that since Qin Yi was fine, Yun Huan and the others shouldn’t keep her captive, setting her free instead.
Qin Yi smiled mockingly, deeply admiring Qin Jiaojiao’s amazing logic. Qin Yi didn’t want to waste any more time talking to her, so she simply formed an ice-blue dagger.
“Oh, that’s a wonderful thought. Too bad that a thought is all that it will be.”
Qin Jiaojiao watched as Qin Yi brought the dagger closer. She suddenly took a few steps back, her face covered in anger as she demanded, “Qin Yi, what are you doing? I am your younger sister!”
Qin Jiaojiao screamed, treating Qin Yi like the obedient, weak, and powerless Qin Yi she had once been.
Qin Yi was indifferent.
“Younger sister? I don’t have a sister like you. Your mother is Wang Santing but your father isn’t Qin Mian. You’re not even an illegitimate daughter, so how are you my younger sister, huh?”
Qin Jiaojiao was shocked, then felt a sharp pain as she heard Qin Yi’s cold laughter. She suddenly began laughing but there were big droplets of tears falling—that’s right, she wasn’t even an illegitimate daughter.
In the end, nobody cared about her and she kept stepping on Qin Yi’s sore point, but wasn’t she just the same too?
However, she was finally released.
With red eyes and a sinister gaze, Qin Jiaojiao forced out her final words to Qin Yi.
“I, Qin Jiaojiao, curse you, Qin Yi, to never find true love, forever.”
Qin Jiaojiao’s shrill tone was like that of a demon that had crawled out from hell. She wouldn’t let Qin Yi have a good life even if she died. If there was an afterlife, she would continue fighting with Qin Yi there too.
Qin Yi’s countenance was icy, the dagger in her hand going deeper, and after Qin Jiaojiao was truly dead, she got rid of the dagger.
“True love? I’ve only ever had myself.”
Yun Huan’s face was frosty, not liking what Qin Yi had said. That kind of self-deprecation hurt his heart.
He pulled on Qin Yi’s hand and used his shirt sleeve to wipe the blood off of her. Then, in a gentle tone, he said, “Leave the rest to me.”
As long as the little fella was happy, he didn’t mind clearing up the mess after that.
Qin Yi didn’t say a word, still in a daze.
Qin Jiaojiao was finally dead. The person who had tortured her for two lifetimes had died by her hands.
Next was Dr. Lin.
