Zhuang Yu's voice dripped with malice as she continued her dreadful confession, "You see, Qin Yan, if you had eaten that cake at Old Master Xi's birthday party, which I had laced with poison, you would have died, and I would have made sure that the blame fell squarely on Nie Mianmian."
The revelation was like a chilling dagger through the heart, and Qin Yan's eyes now conveyed a potent mix of disbelief, and a dawning realization of the sheer evil that lurked within her captor.
The room felt suffocating as Zhuang Yu's cruel intentions hung heavily in the air, casting a pall of dread over their surroundings. Qin Yan had become privy to the depths of Zhuang Yu's malevolence, and the gravity of her situation weighed on her like a nightmare that refused to end.
Zhuang Yu's voice dripped with a venomous mixture of frustration and resentment as she continued her disturbing narrative, each word heavy with malevolence.
