Xi Yaohua's pupils dilated.
"You're scared now that you know? When you killed me, you were very bold!" said the person. "You took the chair and used it to hit me continuously. The leg of the chair even broke, but you still did not let me go.
"You enjoyed hitting me, right?" The person tilted her head and inched closer to him. "You think that you're very capable, right? You chose to burn me because you felt that it won't leave any trace, right?"
Xi Yaohua's mouth was trembling.
Qin… It was Qin Muran…
But how could it be Qin Muran?
She was already dead!
"Yes, I am dead," said Qin Muran creepily. "But I died unjustly. I was burned to death by you, and the explosion ruined my whole face beyond recognition."
Qin Muran came nearer to him, "Look at my face. I looked so good before."
