The heavy rain poured down, hitting the mottled tile eaves of Su Mansion's side courtyard, making a dull sound like a drum.
The candle flame flickered between the window lattice and was about to be extinguished, making the scarlet wedding dress on the bed look like it was soaked in blood.
Su Qinghuang curled up, cold sweat had already soaked through her inner clothes, sliding down her forehead and mixing with the wet hair on her temples.
She bit her lower lip and dug her nails into her palms, barely suppressing the painful groan in her throat - the burning heat in her body came again.
Like lava rushing through her meridians, tearing apart her bones and flesh inch by inch.
This is not a disease, it is the blood that is eating back the host.
The blood of the Divine Phoenix is inherited from ancient times, and all spirits bow to it.
But for her, it was a curse that tortured her day and night.
Since birth, this power has been out of control, and every riot has been as violent as Ling Chi, and today, it is particularly violent.
"Cough..." She choked out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the phoenix pattern embroidered belt on her chest, making it dazzlingly red.
Footsteps approached outside the door, the beaded curtain rang softly, and Mrs. Lin stepped in. She was dressed in fine clothes without a trace of rain, and her eyes were as cold as a knife.
