No, she would rather die than admit it.
Mo Ran had made up her mind to stick it out until dawn with them, as she could glean a bit of information from their conversation. They wanted her to confess before daylight, and as long as she lasted until dawn, she should be fine.
As time slowly passed, the feeling of panic grew stronger. Mo Ran's breathing became increasingly difficult; every cell in her body seemed to be craving something.
It was like a stranded fish gasping for oxygen.
Sweat continuously slid down, and her lips began to tremble, turning black.
"She doesn't seem right,"
"She must be at her limit. Don't mind her, keep going, she has to sign the confession tonight."
The craving grew more and more intense; she knew what it was—she was craving for Black Angel!
Her body started trembling, and Mo Ran bit her lip hard, struggling to control the restlessness inside her.
"Looks like she can hardly take it anymore, keep going."
