The cold iron was against my skin, and I could even feel the tiny cracks on the blade. The dull pain spread from my neck to my scalp, making my whole body numb. The man in front of him was wearing a black dragon robe, his facial features were as cold as if he had just been fished out of an ice cellar, and there was no warmth in his eyes.
I remembered.
My name is Shen Niannian, I am twenty-six years old and a social beast. Just now I was cursing at the boss's notice at my work station. The bald manager asked me to work overtime until three in the morning because he hadn't finished his PPT. I was so angry that I secretly rolled my eyes at my workstation, and then - nothing happened.
