As long as she cannot drink her master's blood for three consecutive days, she will die.

——Death in the true sense.

On the contrary, after drinking the holy red liquid, it would be absolutely impossible for her to control herself——

Therefore, only one of her and her can exist at the same time.

"elder sister……"

Under the night, in the shadow of the corner, Pingyi's figure appeared silently.

"..."

Hua Ling didn't speak or look at her. She just turned around, turned her back to her and tightened the quilt.

The nights in early summer are not cold.

But Hua Ling felt the biting cold.

In all these years, Ping Yi has never seen her sister with such a fragile side. For a moment, the guilt in her heart could not help but multiply exponentially, and her heart hurt as if it was being pinched by a knife.

"Sister, I..."

She lowered her head to confess her fault, but was interrupted by Hua Ling:

"Have you done everything?"

——

"..."

A silence that lasts for a second like a year.

——

"……Um."

The air seems to condense here.

I don't know how long it took.

"Sister... I was wrong... I will never come out again... I..."

"Stop talking."

Hua Ling sat up tiredly. The quilt, which was not warm, seemed to be an abandoned tool, sliding silently to her side. Just like her haggard appearance at the moment.

Under the starlight, that arrogant and beautiful face was already covered with traces of dried tears.

Shrouded in the darkness of night, her voice seemed powerless:

"Panyi, I'm tired."

"Sister...I'm sorry..."
Chapter completed!