Amidst the flames, on a 2-meter-high iron frame, Song Qingqing, naked, was tightly bound by iron chains. Above her, a private helicopter remained stationary.

"Song Qingyi, you demon, you'll get your comeuppance!" Surrounded by smoke and nearing the end of her life, Song Qingqing let out a shriek upon seeing Song Qingyi on the ascending steps.

"Heh! Whether I'll face retribution or not is none of your concern, but I can hasten your death." Song Qingyi, on the elevator platform, sneered, flicking two drops of oil onto her. A painful scream instantly rang out, "Ah..."

Song Qingqing's body trembled uncontrollably, her silver teeth shattered, and she said with a ferocious expression, "Song Qingyi, from childhood to adulthood, I've always been the one protecting you and giving in to you!"

"If you want to study, I'll let you!"

"You want to be Mingcheng's girlfriend? I'll let you!"

"You want to become a daughter of the Song family? I'll let you!"

"You want to form a marriage alliance with the Sikong family and marry Sikong Xingchen? I'll let you!"

"I've given you everything you wanted, so why are you still trying to kill me!"

Song Qingqing could never understand why her sister, who had always been so dependent on her, would suddenly kill her so cruelly.

They're sisters!

She has taken care of her like a younger sister and a mother, always considering her needs and putting her first in everything.

She was willing to compromise herself and endure anything to meet her needs.

Unexpectedly, the one who ultimately sent her to her death was none other than her beloved older sister.

Thinking of this, she felt a piercing pain in her chest, and her originally exquisite and beautiful face twisted into an extreme contortion in that instant.

Witnessing this scene, Song Qingyi was overjoyed. "Since you're about to die, I'll tell you a few secrets."

First of all, we are not biological sisters with the same parents.

Secondly, I don't care about things you don't want, or men.

That stubborn man, Sikong Xingchen, insists on marrying no one but you. I have no choice but to send him to his death.

Even if you both die, you'll never be able to be together.

"And most importantly, I would never allow you to threaten me in the slightest."

So, you should just go die!

You love your older sister so much, you would definitely be willing to die for her, right?

Ha ha……"

After saying that, Song Qingyi ignored Song Qingqing's incredulous look and threw the oil bottle down.

Song Qingqing's body was instantly engulfed in flames, and desperate, piercing screams echoed from the inferno, "Ah..."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyi showed no fear or reluctance. Instead, she became excited, her face flushing with excitement. "My dear sister, don't blame your sister for being heartless. Blame yourself for being naughty."

Even if your sister throws her things away, you have no right to pick them up.

"So, you should go to heaven and watch me take over your entire life, watch me replace you and stand at a height you can never imagine, hahaha..."

As the helicopter departed, only this sentence remained above the sea of ​​fire.

What she didn't know was that as soon as she left, the sea of ​​fire suddenly emitted a bright light, and the fire intensified.

...

"Waaah, little sister, I want to study, I don't want to drop out of school."

But the money Dad sent back is only enough for one of us to study. What do you think we should do? In her dazed state, Song Qingqing seemed to hear Song Qingyi's words from thirteen years ago during summer vacation.

At that time, they were only seventeen years old. Song Qingyi suddenly ran to her and said that her father was sending less and less money, and this time he could only afford to send one person to school.

She gave Song Qingqing a suggestion: let Song Qingqing postpone her studies for another year.

Once she gets into university, we'll find her a part-time job so Song Qingqing can repeat a year of high school.

Song Qingqing believed her, but when she entered university, she always told Song Qingqing how heavy her university studies were and how she had no time to work part-time.

She also said that she didn't have enough money, but she would work part-time to support Song Qingqing's studies, which moved Song Qingqing deeply.

In the end, they successfully tricked Song Qingqing into becoming a stepping stone in Song Qingyi's wonderful life.

Thinking of the past, Song Qingqing wanted to tear her pitiful face to shreds. The roar of "Song Qingyi" came out of her parched mouth unexpectedly.

Suddenly, Song Qingqing opened her heavy eyelids.

What came into view was a cramped, dark, and smelly storage room.

Then came that pitiful little face, which she seemed to want to tear to shreds.

Upon seeing that face, Song Qingqing's breath hitched, and she could still feel the burning sensation from the sea of ​​fire.

The next instant, he stood up, grabbed the other person's neck, and shouted fiercely, "Die! Die!"

Song Qingqing's face was incredibly ferocious at this moment, like a demon crawling out of hell, sinister and terrifying.

"Ugh..." Suddenly being choked and unable to breathe, Song Qing panicked and instinctively struggled.

But now, with her eyes bloodshot, as if she had returned to a sea of ​​fire, Song Qingqing exerted even more force.

No matter how much she struggled, it was all in vain.

Just as Song Qingyi felt her chest about to explode and her vision was going black, she finally remembered that she had a utility knife in her pocket.

He frantically reached out and slashed hard, blood splattering onto Song Qingqing's face, making it even more horrifying.

With a cough, Song Qingyi regained her breath and dared not linger any longer. She turned around and scrambled away from the storage room.

Song Qingqing, her eyes lowered, stared blankly at the deep, blood-soaked wound on her left hand.

It hurts, it hurts so much, why can she still feel pain?

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