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"Miss Kong, I'm telling you, are you being too lenient with yourself? I said to make yourself mute, not to cut off your tongue. Think carefully for me."
An Zhizhen placed her hand on her throat, smiling as she made a slicing gesture.
"—Slice open the neck, then cut out the vocal cords inside, that is the correct way to make yourself mute, right? Don't worry, I'm here. As long as you find the right spot, you won't die."
Kong Yulin felt as if her eyelashes weighed a thousand pounds, and the sweat dripped from her forehead continuously, yet her hands moved unwaveringly.
An Zhizhen's voice sounded as pleasant as her appearance, clear yet mature, but at this moment, to Kong Yulin's ears, it was like a whisper of evil... evil...
The word eluded her completely,
All the slander, malice, and attacks related to An Zhizhen had been erased from her mind.