Burn A Little

All this time, Feng Xuan kept up this exterior image that her cousin Wang Dong was now believing. But when she heard what Qing Chen said, it made a small lump in her throat.

"Of course he should die," was what he said.

It was as if her entire body went haywire for a moment. She could not think, and there was nothing that she could say. 

When Wuming walked to the table filled with weapons, he asked, "What's the worst way to die for you?" he asked Wang Dong. "Bleeding out? That's not that painful, you'll only feel yourself grow weaker and then die, but you're going to have to stay alive longer in the worst moments that you're going to wish you were dead. Or would you like to take a faster route?"

"Feng Xuan," moaned Wang Dong. "Help me, please. Dequan."

Feng Xuan pretended that she did not hear anything. Indeed, they were only trying to scare her cousin, right? But if they were not? It was not like they had any use for him.