Xili raised her arm to caress the wound on her chest. The iron chain that imprisoned her arm made a crisp sound when it hit the ground. I closed my eyes, and a teardrop fell from the corner of my eye. In the bronze mirror, my naked body was covered with bruises and bite marks, and the arms clamped by iron chains were even more terrible. His ruthless words echoed in my ears: We are born from the same roots and depend on each other. We are destined to be entangled and obsessed with each other until death. In this life, you will never get rid of me. Even if we die and turn into dust, ours will be buried together in the same land!