Hearing Liu Sanniang's words, Yingying's expression turned ferocious. "You're talking nonsense. I didn't do anything wrong. What right do you have to say that about me?"
Yingying was a little excited. She looked at Liu Sanniang coldly, her expression turning sinister. Liu Sanniang had no right to say that about her. They were both the same kind of people, so why was her fortuitous encounter good while hers was bad?
Who was Liu Sanniang? Why should what she said be right?
Liu Sanniang grabbed Yingying's hand and raised it. Seeing that the bulging veins were a little black, Yingying suddenly retracted her hand. Liu Sanniang said calmly, "What it devours is your life."
Yingying's face turned pale and she fled the room in a panic.
She returned to the woodshed and looked at her arm. The blood vessels were already turning black. Did it mean that she would die?