Biting her lip hard, scarlet blood trickled down the corner of her mouth. As her meridians burst, An Yiqing felt a "boom" in her ears, and the heart-wrenching pain spread throughout her body. If anyone were to see her at this moment, they would be shocked to find her body looking like a blood-soaked figure, with blood gushing out of her pores. The snow-white sheets and curtains were all stained red, and the crimson blood pooled on the floor, slowly spreading through the crevices.
No one knew how much time had passed, but it seemed as if her blood was nearly drained. A thick layer of blood scabs gradually formed on An Yiqing's face and body, making her completely unrecognizable.
Outside the window, the sun was still shining brightly, with a gentle breeze and the scent of flowers in the air. No one knew that in this elegant bamboo house, a person covered in a shell of blood sat motionless for a long time.
One day... two days... three days... hundreds of days passed.
