The cold, eerily still darkness felt like a blade, incessantly slicing every inch of Luo Xiu's flesh.
In that dead silence, the only thing he could see were familiar faces glaring at him with hate-filled eyes.
His body, as if beyond control, wielded a blood sword mercilessly shattering those faces.
"No, don't..."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry!"
"..."
Seeing those familiar faces being shattered by his own hands, yet powerless to stop it... Luo Xiu was on the brink of collapse.
"Stop, please stop—!"
He knelt in the darkness, tears of blood streaming down his eyes, and screamed hysterically.
Suddenly, he felt his shoulders being shaken, while the voice of an unfamiliar woman echoed in his ears.
"Hey, wake up, wake up!"
Luo Xiu abruptly opened his eyes, and an unfamiliar face appeared before him.
The leather-clad woman straightened up, standing by the bedside with arms crossed, and said indifferently, "I'm Li Meng. Three days ago you fell into the sea, and I fished you out."
