Song Lianhe was, at times, just that kind of difficult person.
She was clearly terrified of death, more than anyone, but when that stubborn streak of hers took over, not even nine bulls could pull her back!
The dungeon guards were trying to force her to press her fingerprint on a confession admitting she was an Evil Witch, but she kept her fists clenched so tightly they couldn't pry her fingers open!
Cheng Xidian sneered.
"Did you think this would stop me? Song Lianhe, I was rescued from a pile of dead bodies by the Young Master. I've followed him onto the battlefield ever since. What haven't I seen?"
She toyed with a dagger, the tip gently prodding Song Lianhe's wrist. "Tell me, what if I were to sever the tendons right here..."
Song Lianhe lay sprawled on the ground, her body covered in lash marks, a truly wretched sight.
