Pain!
The pain was heart-piercing, like countless red-hot steel needles piercing into the flesh along the seams of the bones, and then twisting and pulling out from the flesh, making even the soul tremble.
Lu Yanchen wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to be welded to death. His mind was buzzing, filled with the roar of witchcraft running amok, and... Those two sounds that had been carved into his bones but were now sharper than a knife.
"Yan Chen, I'm sorry."
It was Su Li, the woman he had loved for ten years, from the ignorant girl in Qingshi Town to the mistress of his northern witch tower. He had sworn to protect her for the rest of his life and put the best in the world in front of her. But now, the tenderness in this voice was all fake, and only the cold determination remained, like ice crystals tempered with poison, hitting his heart.
