The crimson blood appeared as if clusters of enchanting red roses were blooming on the snow.
The girl standing in the snow looked delirious, and her blood-soaked skirt twirled into another wild blossom.
"Sis!"
The desperate cries of the little boy tore a gap in the dark night.
The girl's body swayed as she slowly turned back to look.
The moment she saw the little boy, her pupils suddenly dilated, staring incredulously at her blood-stained hands.
She suddenly awoke.
Realizing what she had done, the girl screamed and crouched down.
"Sis!"
The little boy rushed over and hugged her.
The girl pushed the little boy away, as if fearing that the blood on her body would stain his clean clothes.
"They, they were killed by me..."
She trembled so much she could barely hold the knife, but then seemed to realize something, and looking at the little boy's fearful face, she laughed.
"But who told them to bully you?"
"Now that they're dead, no one will dare to bully our Ethan, right?"
