The silver scalpel lay quietly in the palm of his hand, the coldness and residual warmth intertwined strangely, just like his person, coldness and heat coexisted. Shen Ruowei closed her palms suddenly, the metal edges hurting, but it was far less painful than the pain in her heart caused by his repeated words.
"Remember the way you trembled."
The sound echoed in the ears like a curse, and the shuddering feeling of his hot breath brushing against the tips of the ears was terrifyingly clear.
