Ning Jin and Ning Shen

He even threatened her?

Gu Yang, unperturbed, grabbed the candied hawthorn and struck him firmly on the head.

Her face remained expressionless, her voice steady and serious. "You're mistaken. Murder is a crime punishable by death."

Ning Jin, cradling his head, looked dejected. "Sister, it hurts when you hit me."

Gu Yang's cold laugh accompanied her as she led Ning Jin into a secluded alley.

She fixed him with a steady gaze, her voice calm but icy. "Death hurts much more than that. Do you want to experience it?"

Understanding that antisocial personalities lack empathy and are indifferent to moral reasoning, Gu Yang decided it was more effective to let him feel the consequences himself.

Ning Jin appeared momentarily stunned by her words, then a deep fear overtook him. He clutched at his neck, tears welling in his eyes.

"Sister, I was wrong. Please don't stab my neck…"