Her force was again fierce and heavy, Ning Xixi had not eaten properly for several days, initially struggling a few times, but later, strength continuously draining away, almost like a ragdoll at her mercy.
Her consciousness grew increasingly blurred, the darkness before her eyes thickened, eyelids stuck together, too heavy to open.
A warm, viscous liquid trickled down from her forehead, drop by drop, the scent of blood spread, lingering at the tip of her nose, nauseating enough to induce vomiting.
"Do you hear me! Confess now!" Ma Yiqing demanded harshly.
A voice as thin as a thread floated weakly, "I... I didn't kill anyone, didn't harm anyone..."
Ma Yiqing was furious, does Ning Xixi not know pain?
She had struck with such severity, yet she was still so stubborn!
Truly a despicable woman!
"You will confess even if you don't want to!" Ma Yiqing yelled, losing all composure.
