She had just been consumed by extreme anger, using almost all the strength in her body.
Jade Bell's face was deathly pale, dark red blood continuously flowed out, spreading across the floor.
Luna Williams's mind was blank, her teeth chattered in fear. She curled into a ball, as though she had just snapped out of her panic, and only now remembered to run outside to call for help.
But after taking just two steps, she stopped again.
If she called for help now, and Jade Bell died, would she be considered the murderer?
At this thought, Luna Williams froze in place once more.
What should she do now?
Terrified, Luna Williams turned back to look at Jade Bell, swallowing hard with difficulty. Her trembling hand stretched out, placing it near Jade Bell's nose.
"Ah—"
In the next instant, Luna Williams's eyes widened, her entire body recoiled.
It seemed like... there was no breath...
She really had killed someone...
What to do? What to do?
