"I killed him!" Yuan Yunong's lips curled into a cruel smile.
An Hao's body went rigid at those words, like a thunderbolt crashing down on her head. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time, her body starting to tremble involuntarily.
The air suddenly went quiet, and everyone froze in place as if they had been turned to ice.
"What did you say?" Qin Jian snapped back to reality, tossed aside the cigarette butt in his hand, and crushed it underfoot, his expression as cold as winter as he walked toward Yuan Yunong.
"I said he's dead! I killed him!" Yuan Yunong continued with a smile, vividly recounting the scene, "You didn't know, did you? His neck was really thin, just like those fragile little branches! Just a little force would've snapped it! But I didn't break it, I strangled him with my bare hands! His eyes were wide open, tears glittering in them, his mouth agape, unable to make a sound..."
