Confrontation or Not?
The system's voice cut through the air, startling Zhang Wei. [Host, what are your thoughts on the killer?] it inquired abruptly.
Zhang Wei's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his curiosity instantly ignited. "Why do you need my opinion? It has nothing to do with me," he replied, his voice laced with indifference.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Zhang Wei retreated to the bathroom, the events of the night still vividly etched in his mind.
He needed to wash away the lingering sweat that clung to his body, a physical cleanse to match his desire for a mental one.
As he entered the bathroom, he caught a fleeting glimpse of Yu Lei emerging from her room. She was adorned in a stunning yellow dress, one that seemed to radiate a vibrant energy. An enigmatic smile tugged at Zhang Wei's lips as he wondered when she had purchased such a marvelous ensemble.