The beautiful woman's eyes were filled with cold, blade-like indifference as she slightly lowered her head, her face inching closer to Luo Hongying. Each word seemed to be bitten out, "Luo Hongying, do you think a person who has died once would choose murder and arson as the cruellest act, or would they rather destroy indiscriminately?"
Struck by a wave of pain as her back crashed against the wall, Luo Hongying felt somewhat perplexed upon hearing this, but she didn't think too much about it. Gritting her teeth she said, "What do you want to do, kill me?"
Luo Qiangwei's red lips brushed against her eardrum as she whispered with a soft chuckle, "Killing is something only you like to do. I'm not that cruel. Moreover,"
