"It's not me, it's not me, don't come near me..." Felicity Grant screamed in fright.
Felicity Grant's voice did not stop the white figure in front of her; it continued to "float" forward.
"Felicity Grant, I'm so miserable. Look at my face, look at my body, it's all your doing..."
In the moonlight, the white figure revealed a pale face, and the sides of the face showed the pitted, scarred traces of burns.
Her neck and collarbone were covered with those ghastly scars.
"Ah..." Felicity Grant stumbled backward in fear, tripped over something, and fell to the ground.
She continued to back away, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at the white figure in front of her:
"It really wasn't me; I didn't expect things to turn out this way. I just wanted to teach you a lesson. I didn't think the fire would get so big; I only opened the back door for Marcus Shaw. Who knew it would cause such a big mess? I know I was wrong, please forgive me, I really know I was wrong..."
