Qie'er turned around and casually picked up a clay cup from the lab bench—crude and primitive, it was completely out of place in this high-tech environment.
His slender fingers reached into the cup, slowly stirring the dried powder inside. The movement was so gentle it was almost eerie.
Round and round, as if recalling some distant memory, or perhaps testing his own control.
While stirring, he spoke, his tone as casual as if discussing the weather. "You're quite interesting. You've got guts, and a sharp mind. Perhaps... you could even be of some help to me."
At this, he suddenly stopped, a bit of gray powder clinging to his fingertip. He slowly raised his eyes to look at her in the container.
"But unfortunately, I have to kill you."
Right now, Chu Jing was trapped in this place, her limbs immobile, her life completely in someone else's hands.
