The Nine-story Buddha Tower soared into the clouds.
Luo Wanxiang was caught off guard and screamed as she fell from the tower!
The girl's delicate body crashed heavily onto the hardened bluestone bricks below. Her skull shattered, bones splintered, and filthy blood seeped through the gaps in the bricks. Her mangled remains lay there like a grotesque lump of flesh.
Half her face had been smashed, resembling a rotten half of an apple. The remaining intact eye stared blankly into the void, tears mixed with blood trickling slowly from its socket.
The spring breeze rippled across the lake's surface, the surroundings eerily silent.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Luo Wanzhao clutched her head in disbelief and let out a piercing scream, "Xiang'er!"
She rushed to Luo Wanxiang's side, trembling as she reached out to feel her sister's breath, but Luo Wanxiang no longer showed any signs of life.
Her lively, adorable, spirited little sister had left her just like that.
