Song Lianhe was terrified. In her miserable state, with no powerful backer to rely on, she was truly afraid.
'It's like playing a video game blind. Who knows how many lives I have left?'
She was dragged into a rockery cave, where a powerful force slammed her against the stone wall.
Her back slammed hard against the cold, unyielding rock, and the pain almost brought Song Lianhe to tears.
A tall man stood before her. As he drew near, the faint, woody scent of incense drifted to her nose.
Song Lianhe suddenly froze. She looked up, but it was pitch-black, and she couldn't make out the man's face.
She suddenly reached out a hand, her fingertips brushing against the man's cold skin. Just as she was about to move her hand lower, her wrist was seized in a tight grip.
"Why did you try to poison her?"
The man's deep, magnetic voice was deceptively languid, but Song Lianhe could still hear the killing intent hidden within it…
'Zhou Cangyan wants to kill me.'
'For Song Xilan.'
