In an instant, time seemed to freeze in the interrogation room.
Across from him, Li Chuang looked like a balloon that had all the air let out, slumping on the chair as if drained by some invisible force.
His eyes were unfocused, staring vacantly at Jiang An.
After a long pause, Li Chuang's Adam's apple moved with difficulty, and he slowly raised his trembling hands in a gesture of surrender.
"You're right, it was indeed me who killed him."
"Now, I can finally find relief."
Li Chuang muttered to himself, his eyes slowly regaining focus.
"For the past three years, not a day passed where I could eat well or sleep peacefully."
"Every time I closed my eyes, I would see the way he looked at me."
"I lived like a walking corpse, struggling every day in an abyss of guilt."
He looked directly at the three police officers with a candid gaze.
"Now I can finally unload this heavy burden."
