A Photograph in his Wallet

Tang Mo'er heard An'an's scream and before she could react, An'an had pounced over, the two of them landing on the ground in a mess of limbs.

The acid in the plastic bottle spilled out. They had escaped only because An'an was agile in her movements and pushed Tang Mo'er away. The acid was all over the lawn and it created a hissing sound as a huge patch of grass corroded.

An'an made a 'hmph' sound, her tiny face was covered in sweat.

"An'an, what's the matter with you? Are you hurt?" Tang Mo'er immediately got up and checked on An'an.

An'an applied some pressure on her left chest, two drops of acid were splattered onto her wound, the skin around had suffered from an acid burn.

The stinging pain was so unbearable that her face went entirely white. But she shook her head, whispering, "Little sister-in-law, I'm fine. Are you hurt?"