When Christina was brought into the police station, her eyes were frantic.

She darted around the room, but upon spotting my brother, it was as if a surge of adrenaline coursed through her; her brows relaxed involuntarily.

"Brother!"

"I'm here!"

"Explain to them quickly, brother, how could I possibly have killed someone?"

My brother stepped forward, initially moving at a steady pace, but as he neared Christina, he lunged toward her.

He gripped her neck tightly, applying all his strength.

Veins bulged on her temples, her face turned from red to purple, and she could only gasp for breath, unable to speak.

She repeatedly clawed at my brother's hands as...