I felt a bit helpless and turned to look at Zhou Yan, who was sitting on the sofa with his back to me, unmoving.

"You know everything, don't you." Zhou Yan asked me, but his tone was affirmative.

"Every time I'm not home, he comes over, right?"

I didn't respond, but it seemed Zhou Yan didn't need my answer.

He just continued talking to himself:

"It's not that I didn't notice; I just wanted to give her another chance, a chance to correct herself."

After a pause, he continued:

"She said I'm an incompetent coward, a college graduate working for your ex-husband who only graduated high school."

"Heh." He seemed to chuckle lightly.

"Yeah, it's true. Because I have no skills, she ended up with my best friend."

After finishing a cigarette, as if he couldn't feel the pain, Zhou Yan pressed the butt into his palm to extinguish it.

He stood up and walked toward me.

I couldn't read his facial expression, but instinctively I retreated.

Zhou Yan

cornered me step by step until I couldn't retreat any further.

He stared intently at me, speaking in a low voice, "Rong Rong, you saw something you shouldn't have."

Hearing his words, my hairs stood on end; I didn't want to die.

"I'm sorry, Zhou Yan! I didn't do it on purpose! I promise I won't say anything! I didn't see anything!" My voice trembled, but I quickly made a promise, hoping to earn a chance for survival.

Zhou Yan took a step back and pulled out a knife from his clothes.

I couldn't stop myself from shaking; I recognized this knife. It's the same one I saw on the surveillance footage at my house, the one Zhou Yan used to kill his wife.

Zhou Yan held the knife, tapping it against my face.

The cold touch of the metal and the glinting light on the blade filled me with fear.

The tip of the knife moved downward, and Zhou Yan held the knife against my abdomen:

"This is where the uterus is, right, Dr. Liu."