To save her childhood sweetheart, the princess locked me in a room, cut out my heart, and drew my blood. The last time she took my blood, I was completely drained and died. Yet she showed no pity, and plunged the knife into my heart again. "A Yuan, just bear with it a little longer. A Xuan is gravely ill this time, so I need you to give me your heart's blood once more." She had expected me to struggle in agony, but I lay motionless on the bed, letting her take what she wanted. At last, she froze, then softened her voice. "It's good that you understand. I'll make it up to you another day." But she didn't know there would never be another day. Because I was already dead.
