"I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay here with Kui'er!"
At that time, Murong Kui couldn't understand why her mother, who was clearly smiling, had so many tears in her eyes, streaming down like beads from a broken string.
She also regretted not understanding anything back then, only watching with bewildered eyes as her mother wiped away her tears.
Screams, cries for help, and sounds of fighting flooded into Murong Kui's ears.
Her small, thin figure huddled in the corner, trembling.
Murong Tian, defeated and covered in wounds, ran into the room where he had hidden.
Through the crack in the door, she saw a young man standing before her father, holding a long sword; the cold, silver blade was stained with blood.
The boy watched coldly, his face expressionless.
With a swift motion, the knife plunged into Murong Tian's heart without the slightest hesitation.
Murong Kui tightly covered her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound.
His mother, heartbroken at the sight, picked up the sword from the ground and committed suicide, following Murong Tian in death.
After the boy left, a guard behind him entered, looked around, and then threw the candle onto the bed.
In an instant, the fire spread and raged.
Murong Kui opened the door to the secret chamber, her face covered in tears, looking utterly pitiful.
"Father, Mother!" she cried, shaking them violently, but no one answered.
Soon the fire grew larger and larger, and thick smoke billowed out, choking her and causing her to cough incessantly.
The raging fire was like a devouring demon; my clothes and face were burned with a searing pain, like my heart being ripped out.
Her desperate cries pierced the sky, sounding heartbreaking in the silent night.
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