The liquid was very viscous, emitting an extremely pungent odor. Gu Nanqiao had quickly identified it as gasoline.
"You wretch—" A shrill curse came from behind her, and before she could turn to look, the speaker had walked in front of her, one hand in her pocket, apparently fumbling for something.
The gasoline slid down her collar and soaked her clothes, sticking to her body.
When Gu Nanqiao looked up, she caught a glimpse of the woman's face by the light of the streetlamp, entirely unfamiliar to her; she did not recognize her.
"You wretch, I will not let you go..."
The cursing continued relentlessly, without end.
"You ruined my husband like that, I won't let you go. I will kill you, you wretch..."
The woman yelled hysterically, crying messily, completely disregarding her image.
She cursed for a long time before Gu Nanqiao's sanity began to recover slightly. She furrowed her brows and spoke coldly, "Who are you? I don't know your husband."