"Get lost! Shut up! I'm already in this state, who would want me!" Chen Shiqing roared, the porcelain shard in her hand trembling, and soon, a blood streak appeared on her neck.
"Shi Qing, don't be upset. Please, calm down." Mrs. Chen was somewhat exhausted, and finally couldn't hold back her tears, seemingly genuinely frightened by Chen Shiqing's actions.
Chen Shiqing slowly turned around, tear-stained face looking at Qiao Mo: "Why isn't it you? Why wasn't it you who got caught today? Why wasn't it you who was supposed to die!"
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, staring at her in a daze.
Initially, she felt a mix of unease and sympathy.
Uneasy about becoming an executioner in this scene, sympathetic towards Chen Shiqing's plight.
But she hadn't expected that even at this moment, Chen Shiqing would remain unrepentant, wanting to place her in the same predicament instead.
Perhaps, this is what harming others and oneself, bringing misfortune upon oneself means.
