Watching those familiar figures that had watched over her as she grew up, always protecting her, and whose images had been deeply etched in her heart since her memory began, self-destruct one after another, Yun Qianqian's heart was wrenching in agony, pained to the extreme.
Although these people were not related to her by blood, they had been the ones always by her side since her birth, as her parents had always been preoccupied with other matters. In a certain sense, they were even closer to her than her own parents.
But at this moment, these people were gone forever, never to return.
Self-destruction meant not just the death of the body, but the obliteration of the spirit as well; otherwise, it wouldn't have had such tremendous power.