The moment the chain cut into my wrist bone, I heard the sound of the porcelain whistle breaking.
"Sister, don't blame me." The toe of Xiao Jingheng's dragon-patterned boots crushed the blood-stained porcelain whistle. When the broken porcelain fragments dug into the soles of his shoes, he was still smiling, "Only porcelain grown with your blood can calm the dragon veins of Daliang."
