"Meaningful! Even if I have to die, I will not let Xie Weihuan off the hook as a ghost!"

I screamed at Jiang Lun with a heart-wrenching pain. Now he was calm and collected, and I became the frenzied one.

"You really are a good sister.

Then go ahead and try. If you succeed, your sister should be very happy."

Suddenly, a small knife was thrown at my feet. Jiang Lun lifted his chin, signaling me to pick it up.

"If you really want revenge, go ahead. People need something to look forward to in life, even if it's like a moth to a flame."

Clumsily, I picked up the small knife with my bound hands and struggled to cut the ropes on my hands and feet.

Jiang Lun picked up another gasoline can and splashed the remaining gasoline into the air.

The empty gasoline can was thrown to the ground, making a loud noise, and I couldn't help but hasten my actions.

"To take revenge on the Xie family, you need to make them abandon Xie Weihuan. Otherwise, they will protect her completely. But Xie Weihuan is not someone to be trifled with, so do your best."

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Finally, the ropes that bound me fell off, and I slowly stood up, adjusting to my numb legs.

A loud noise came from the door; someone was shouting.

"Shuang Shuang! Are you alright? Jiang Lun! Don't touch her, I'll give you whatever amount of money you want!"

It was Gong Li'an's voice, and I suddenly felt a great sense of safety. But how did he know I was here?

I leaned against the wall and walked towards the door behind Jiang Lun. He did not stop me or even look at me, just playing with a lighter, head down.

"What do you mean, you have no relatives? There are still people in this world who care about you.

I won't persuade you to take revenge; you wouldn't listen anyway. But if you succeed, share it with me, let me know that the struggle is worthwhile.

Go ahead, I'm going to reunite with my family. I hope they won't blame me."

As I reached the door and opened it, I heard the sound of the lighter falling to the ground.

The next moment, flames surged behind me, the temperature scorching.

Gong Li'an, who was waiting at the door, quickly embraced me, turning his back to block the terrifying heat.

Gong Li'an didn't have time to speak. He glanced inside the room, then hurriedly ran outside with me in his arms, as numerous black-clothed bodyguards cleared the way.

I stared blankly at Jiang Lun sitting alone in the fire.

He sat there, leaning back in his chair, which was already ignited by the roaring flames, his head drooping as if he were a lonely king guarding his throne.

Jiang Lun, who had bullied me with Xie Weihuan, was about to die, but I didn't feel the slightest bit of pleasure in my heart. I even felt sorry for him.

My entire being, along with my heart, felt suffocated, dull to everything around me.

This wasn't revenge, I thought. It was merely a narrow escape from death. If Xie Weihuan had been sitting there, I might have burst out laughing.

I was embraced by Gong Li'an into an extended Cayenne, and the medical staff bustling around me began to clean and bandage my wounds.