The little lolita looked at Tang Siqi with terror, her small hand retracting backward, but Tang Siqi gave her no chance at all.
The woman smiled with some distortion, her almond-shaped eyes imbued with a blood-like color, she lowered her voice and whispered into the little girl's ear, "I know... you really don't like me. So... I'll help you!"
The next second, the woman seemed to go mad, gripping the girl's hand tightly, and plunged the scissors into her own chest.
Blood flowed down the scissors, all onto the little girl's hands.
Her originally plump and pale hands were now stained with blood, her fingers still caught on the scissors, trembling lightly.
"Darling, now I'm hurt. Even if you tell others I hurt you, no one will believe you. Because... you cannot speak, and even if you could, they'll just think you're a little nutcase," Tang Siqi said while holding her chest, slowly getting off the bed.