Nightfall had finally descended.
On the open ground in front of Dawei's camp, a conical heap of miscellaneous weeds and timbers was arranged.
Atop the cone lay two corpses.
One was Yan Jing, another was Cong Ge.
Yan Wanqing expressionlessly took a torch from a soldier's hand, stepped forward slowly, and the firelight cast her countenance as bewitching as a demon.
Uncle, Cong Ge, it was I who harmed you. After today, I will abandon all mercy and leave no room for it, no longer believing in any love or affection in this world!
She resolutely threw the torch onto the kindling drenched in oil, and flames burst forth instantly before her.
Xiao Pingfeng, fearing she might be burnt by the fire, pulled her into his embrace.
Yan Wanqing did not dodge.
His heart leaped with joy, thinking that after this event, she had finally become sensible.
Willing to stay by his side.
Xiao Pingfeng finally let out a sigh of relief.
