A sudden sense of suffocation enveloped Jian Keyan, Jian Xinlian's grip was incredibly strong, and she couldn't push her away for a moment.
It seemed as though Jian Xinlian was living in her own world, disregarding all external sounds.
"Auntie, it's me, I am Keyan, please let go of me..."
"Bad people, all bad people should die, not one should be spared, all bad people should die, you are all bad people!" Jian Xinlian's grip became even more ferocious.
Jian Keyan's ability to breathe was rapidly diminishing, her world seemed to spin incessantly, shadows gradually enveloped her surroundings.
In a panic, she knocked over the teacup on the table, the cup shattered with a clatter.
A passing nurse saw the scene inside the room and immediately rushed into it, injecting Jian Xinlian with tranquilizer.
