Lost in the Otherworld

As Gao Yang spoke, his hands suddenly grabbed Gao Xinxin’s head. "Flame!"

*Whoosh—* Explosive flames shot from Gao Yang’s palms, instantly engulfing her head. The pressure on his neck loosened, just as he had hoped.

"Ah!" Gao Yang roared, pouring every ounce of energy into his hands. Two blazing streams of fire crossed at close range, furiously incinerating Gao Xinxin’s head. The entire room lit up, the air quickly heating, violent waves of heat swirling through the space, nearly scorching his eyes. In the end, he had to close them.

"Ahhhhh—" Gao Yang screamed again, a mixture of desperate struggle and searing agony. The flames raged for nearly a minute before he collapsed, utterly drained.

Lowering his hands, he opened his tear-filled eyes.

He gasped in shock!

Gao Xinxin's upper clothing was almost entirely burned away, revealing her pale collarbone and her still undeveloped body. Her hair was disheveled, yet untouched by the flames, as if merely tousled by Gao Yang’s hands.

Her face remained unscathed, without a single burn. She looked at him with an almost playful expression. "Brother, I’m your sister. How could you bring yourself to do that?"

"What... what kind of monster are you?" Gao Yang felt a bottomless terror.

"Ah!" The force returned to her hands, and Gao Yang once again felt the sharp pain and suffocating pressure as his body was lifted and pinned to the wall.

"Monster? Is that what you call us?" Gao Xinxin stared at him. "You’re the real monsters. What was once a cute little kitten suddenly turns into a deceitful, disgusting snake, always plotting to bite its master. If it were you, what could you do? Would you still call it your kitten? No, you’d kill that venomous snake, then weep for the kitten that would never return."

"You... you're not my sister!" Gao Yang glared at her, trembling. "You’re not the Gao Xinxin I knew! Give her back to me!"

"Ha... hahaha... Hahahahahahaha!" Gao Xinxin burst into hysterical laughter, as if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing so hard that tears came to her eyes.

Finally, exhausted from laughing, she reached out with her left hand and effortlessly pierced Gao Yang's chest.

This time, there was no miracle.

*Gah!* Gao Yang spat out blood, feeling as though countless arrows had shot through his heart, tearing him apart.

"Aaaaaaah—" Gao Yang’s screams filled the room, his consciousness blurring under the overwhelming pain. He felt as if he were dissolving, disintegrating, no longer himself, but merely a minuscule and objective part of this world.

He was the energy-saving light on the ceiling above, the pool of blood on the floor beneath, the sheets and blankets in disarray, the singed A4 paper on the desk, his sister’s eyelashes, the air thick with the stench of blood and burning. He was everything, everything except himself.

In an instant, his soul snapped back into his body.

Through blurred vision, he saw a blood-soaked human heart, still beating, clasped in Gao Xinxin’s hand. It was his heart.

Gao Xinxin gazed at the heart with her wide, innocent yet eerie eyes, a look of reverence on her face.

A few seconds later, she raised her head and smiled, a shy, almost childlike smile, as if a little sister playfully teasing her brother.

"Brother, may I eat it?"