However, the body that was losing warmth on the ground, the gradually congealing blood, and the nauseating mixture of smoke and alcohol in the air, were all a testament to the insignificance and smallness of an ant-like life in the face of wealth and power.
The quiet atmosphere was suffocating. Qin Sisi, unable to bear it any longer, reached out and tugged at Zhuang Qin's arm, asking somewhat excitedly, "What on earth happened? Who did this?"
Zhuang Qin's body trembled slightly as if suppressing his emotions. After a moment, he replied in a low voice, "He did it."
He?
Qin Sisi was taken aback. "Zhou Zichen?"
Zhuang Qin deeply nodded his head, blaming himself. "It's my fault. If I had been more vigilant, reacted faster, perhaps she would not have died."
Qin Sisi asked eagerly, "What happened exactly?"