"You love me only because you need my blood to save your mother." Those were the last words Linglong left Liu Yize, though only the first half. The rest... was buried beneath the snow. Atop the snowy mountain, he stared at the bowl of heart's blood Linglong had left behind, still steaming. Furious, he knocked it to the ground.
"Oh, isn't our master supposed to be above worldly concerns? Isn't he supposed to be cold and aloof? Why is he digging through snow to eat? Wait! This snow looks kind of nice."
Foolish Linglong, how dare you leave me like this? I'll dig three feet through the snow to find you.
The cold-blooded and ruthless young master of the Medicine Valley had lost his father as a child, and his mother had been poisoned and left unconscious by their enemies. Ever since meeting Linglong, his little walking blood bank, his heart had been out of rhythm, racing and slowing, beating fast and then slow... As he stared at the bottomless cliff, even his heart seemed ready to simply quit...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
