Qin Ran easily caught the pillow, which had barely any force behind it, and looked at Jonna as she glared at him.
"You're angry?"
"Because I hit a sore spot?"
"In fact, if Harold and Coffin hadn't begged me, I wouldn't have come here at all to watch you wallow in your death wish!"
"It's honestly... utterly contemptible!"
As Qin Ran spoke, he sneered in feigned disdain.
At the same time, he kept studying Jonna's expression.
Although the bandages obscured her face, the slight changes in her expression and eyes were enough for Qin Ran.
So he continued.
"You feel wronged because I called you contemptible?"
"Then have you ever considered what your death here would do to the owner of this place?"
"Harold is your friend. He's been worrying about you all this time, and this is how you repay him?"
"So if you want to die, find somewhere deserted to do it-preferably somewhere no one will discover you for a long, long time. Your corpse will slowly rot, becoming even more horrifying and hideous than the scars on your face now. Everyone who sees it will vomit uncontrollably and never dare look again!"
Qin Ran deliberately lowered his voice as he described the nauseating scene.
"Enough!"
"Stop talking!"
Jonna shouted.
"All right. Now please pack your things, leave this place, and find somewhere to die!"
"Even though Herbert, Harold, and Coffin are still worried about you, you've decided to die anyway, haven't you?"
"Then hurry up. Stop dragging your feet!"
Qin Ran nodded and spoke coldly.
"I, I..."
Jonna stared blankly, unable to form a complete sentence.
Death was frightening.
Some people could disregard death, but only because of a momentary impulse, a rush of passion.
Once that impulse and passion faded, facing death again was far from