Xia Wan'an stared at the dagger Han Zhijin extended towards her for a few seconds before slowly moving her gaze along his hand to his face, then locking eyes with him: "Han Jingnian, did you... really harm him?"
Han Zhijin didn't speak; his hand holding the dagger started to tremble lightly. It was unclear if it was out of fear of killing someone or being interrogated by Xia Wan'an.
"Han Zhijin, I'm asking you, Han Jingnian, is it true as everyone says, that you're involved?" Compared to before, Xia Wan'an's tone became noticeably more agitated.
"I don't know, I don't know, stop asking me, I don't know anything..." Han Zhijin shook his head, looking panicked and disoriented. His hand with the dagger shook violently, as if he was about to throw the dagger and run at any moment.
