Blood was still flowing, dripping into the puddles of blood in the cell, tick tock tick tock, clear as a spring.
"The Lord above really knows how to make life worse than death," Heather remarked as she watched Li Sinian in this state.
Li Sinian, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly made a move, slowly lifting his head.
Luo Xuan knew, he must have heard Heather's voice.
As the two entered, Heather finally met his gaze.
The blood on many parts of his face had coagulated, except for a fresh wound on his forehead that kept bleeding, trickling into his eyes as soon as he lifted his head. Those blood-red eyes stared at the person who entered the cell, fixated, without a ripple of emotion.
