"Whether it's nonsense or not, you can ask the man in front of you. As the victim of the incident, he knows best."
Yu Xiuzhun let out a cold laugh.
"If it were me, for the vengeance of my mother's murder, I too would want to kill Ye Zhanxing. Letting him live until today is already a great mercy."
"..."
Qin Youxuan had completely lost any reaction, standing there like a statue, staring dumbfounded at Yu Xiuzhun's moving lips.
"This isn't true, right?"
With a look of astonishment, Qin Youxuan turned to Dan Hanjie and grabbed his arm.
It was as though she was clinging to the last shred of hope, yearning to hear a word of denial from him that would serve as her salvation.
"Ye Zhanxing deserves to die."
Dan Hanjie looked at her intently, his thin lips slightly parting, enunciating each word.
"..."
Qin Youxuan's hand suddenly relaxed, and she collapsed heavily onto the mattress.
"So, you shot and killed my father?"
"..."
