Her lips were already bitten through, the blood clotted; they no longer looked rosy and plump but like cracked, parched earth.
Her complexion was pale, as if all the blood had drained from her body.
"If you admit that you killed him, we'll let you go to sleep right away. You should know, if you don't confess, we have many ways of torturing people into admitting it."
Mo Ran tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of a cold smile, "You... just want to frame me... don't you?"
"We're not framing you, your fingerprints are the only ones on there, you are the murderer."
"I've said... it wasn't me who removed the oxygen mask..." she rasped.
