"Stop!" Huanhuan rushed out and snatched the lotus flower. She hurriedly patted out the flames on its body.
The petals on the small bud were charred.
It sobbed. "Mom, it hurts!"
Huanhuan's heart clenched as it cried. She stroked it gently and comforted it gently. "Don't cry. Be good."
Xue Ling watched this scene coldly and chuckled. "Don't you want to draw a line between us? Our blood flows in this thing. As long as it's alive, you can't draw a line between us. You might as well burn it. That way, you'll be completely apart from me."
Huanhuan was so angry that she couldn't speak. "No matter what, it still calls you 'Dad'! How can you be so heartless?!"
However, Xue Ling put on a mocking expression. "In terms of ruthlessness, who can compare to you?"
With that, he flicked his sleeves and left.
Huanhuan brought the skullcap home.
She put it in a basin, then bit her finger and dripped a drop of blood into the water.