Qin Liuxi looked down.
It turned out that Xiao Qinghan had woken up at some point, pale hands struggled to grasp her clothes, weakly uttering three words: "Don't hurt her."
As these words fell, her hand also drooped powerlessly and lay softly on the ground. Gazing at Fusheng close by, with bloodshot eyes and a ravaged face, tears rolled down, and her lips quivered, calling out the name Fusheng, with a sorrowful look in her eyes.
Fusheng's heart clenched: "Han'er."
She reverted back to her dashing and valiant appearance and even touched her face: "Did I, perhaps, frighten you."
Tears streamed down Xiao Qinghan's face; she couldn't utter a word, only weakly shook her head.
"Fusheng, if you become an Evil Ghost, I cannot harbor you." Despite seeing them like this, Qin Liuxi still uttered coldly.
Particularly since she was endowed with Buddha Power, should she cause harm, all living things would suffer.
Fusheng glared hatefully at Qin Liuxi: "You are just like the rest of them."