The Fake Heiress and Her Five Villainous Brothers

Chapter 93

All the miracles that happen in one's life are fleeting and dazzling.

Thus, when Yuan Si was told that his sister had died, his emotions did not change much.

He put down the phone, supported himself on the chair, slowly got up, walked forward, staggered slightly, and finally stopped in front of a locked cabinet.

He took out the key, unlocked it, and opened the door. Inside were exquisite gifts, stuffed bears encrusted with diamonds, postcards hand-painted by the French Leo D'or, raindrops found under the blue aurora...

After becoming a star, Yuan Si often performed globally, and when he saw these things, he would think.

Ah, she would like that.

So he bought them, but with the growing distance between the siblings, he never gave her these gifts.

Thinking back carefully, he was not a good brother.

As Yuan Luoyi gradually grew up, she suddenly realized that there were no bad people outside that door, the real bad person was inside, her fourth brother hiding behind the bushes.

Yuan Si knew he was an incorrigible bad person, he tried to restrain himself, trying to keep a safe distance from Yuan Luoyi, but always failed.

And once he caught the treasure he had been eyeing for so long, his fingers would tighten, like a python suffocating its prey, cold and breathless.

She was going to die in his arms.

His sister could not accept him.

But Yuan Si did not want to disappear from his sister's world either, so the usually lazy him would put in some effort when on stage, perhaps his sister would see him from thousands of miles away.

Now, what he cared most about was that the audience would no longer come to see him perform.

Revenge was a must.

Over the years, countless good men and women went crazy for Yuan Si.

Yuan Si was different in front of different people, sometimes melancholic and pitiful, sometimes debauched and bewitching.

People knelt on the ground in despair, stretching out their arms, countless hands pulling at Yuan Si's robe, each yearning for his mercy, yearning to be saved by the deity before them.

Yuan Si mercilessly tore off his robe, gently and softly luring them to jump into the deep abyss.

These people would go and find everyone who had hurt his sister, offering their corpses to Yuan Si.

To please Yuan Si, their methods became more and more cruel, killing more and more, they howled and roared.

"Just beheading him is not enough! His wife and children must pay the price too!"

"Execute those still alive!"

"Dig up those already dead and flog their corpses!"

A horrific blood feast descended, before it got dark the streets were already deserted, no one knew who would be next to die.

Listening to the endless screams and wails, Yuan Si's emotions still did not fluctuate.

After several consecutive weeks of rain, the sun suddenly came out, breaking through the layers of gray clouds, beams of light shining on the wet lawns.

Life rejoiced, stretching out branches and leaves, quickly forming large patches of tender green, looking vibrant.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Yuan Si suddenly remembered the comfort of lying on the lawn as a child, he had not rested properly for a long time.

At night, no matter how many pills he took, he could not sleep.

The weather was nice today, not cold, with a light breeze, good for going out for a walk, which would help him sleep.

So Yuan Si put on a light windbreaker, opened the door, and went out.

The sunlight after the rain carried a fresh scent of grass, the brass shop signs had been washed clean, shining with a golden glow.

The ongoing killings made everyone anxious, but the sunshine today was so good that many people came out in groups, browsing shops, buying what they needed.

In front of a transparent window display, Yuan Si stopped, there was a one-piece dress made of white fabric, with blue daisies embroidered on the edges.

His sister was eighteen now, this dress would fit her well, making her eyes look bright, she would definitely like it.

As Yuan Si was about to go in and buy it, he suddenly remembered that she was already dead.

She left so suddenly, Yuan Si always felt like she was still alive, and at this moment, he realized that he would never see her again.

The gift he had prepared would never be delivered.

The emotional collapse was like an earthquake, intense pain burst out in an instant, Yuan Si felt like his throat was being strangled, he couldn't breathe...

He wasn't devoid of emotional fluctuations, he was just numb from the excruciating pain.

Staggering back, Yuan Si had a splitting headache, this was beyond his limit...

He now realized that he, born with a disdain for the world, lived in this filthy mundane existence only because of his sister's existence, enduring the bitterness brought by jealousy.

"Drip!"

Blood dripped from his wrist, creating a red ripple on the white tiles.

The bathtub was filled with water, he immersed himself in it, this feeling of being enveloped in warmth was something Yuan Si had always enjoyed, so he decided to die here.

"Bang!"

A faint sound came from outside, Yuan Si did not really want to move.

Was it a thief?

Yuan Si did not know, he thought of his cabinet, it was unlocked, those gifts could not be delivered, but they could not fall into someone else's hands either.

Yuan Si climbed out of the bathtub, water constantly dripping, he grabbed a towel and carelessly wrapped it around himself, walking barefoot on the cold floor.

"Drip!"

Blood was still flowing from his wrist.

He was pale, gloomy, wet all over.

Turning a corner, Yuan Si stopped, his heart pounding heavily, staring at his 11-year-old sister in front of him.

Yuan Jianghai's words rang in his ears: "You have good talent, very much like me when I was young, but you have a fatal flaw, you have no ambition, which leads you to have no motivation in whatever you do."

"But don't worry, child, one day you will have it."

"And you will grasp it tightly, whether she wants it or not."

Reaching out, Yuan Si grabbed Yuan Luoyi's slender arm, her large eyes looked at him, like a clear lake reflecting his image.

She was his ambition.