Jian Si had imagined countless possibilities and knew what a person burned alive looked like, but witnessing it firsthand still profoundly shocked her, causing her stomach to churn.
"Jian Si, do you even want to destroy my sister's last shred of dignity and appearance? She's already pitiful enough dying in a fire, can't we allow her to leave with a bit more decency?" Ye Weihao felt his sister had been violated, and he roared, tears swirling in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to see her one last time! I'll cover her up properly now!" Jian Si forcefully suppressed her physical discomfort, preparing to pull the white cloth over Ye Qingqing while planning to take the opportunity to retrieve tissue fibers from her body for a DNA comparison.
But as her hand reached out, Ye Weihao grabbed her.
"Don't touch my sister with your filthy hands!" Having said this, he shouted, "Aunt Zhang, cover my sister's face."
With that, he pulled Jian Si to the front of the mourning hall.