Like right now.
Chen Qiqi only felt that her whole body, from the very inside, from her five viscera and six bowels, was seeping out a cold so bitter it was about to freeze her stiff.
She turned the heater in the room up to the maximum; sweat was beading on her forehead—that was hot.
But her body was still trembling inside.
Before she went through this, Chen Qiqi would never have imagined that in this world there could actually be such a method to torture people.
Having already been through it countless times, Chen Qiqi knew this was only the beginning.
When it got a bit later, a bit later, that cold would grow even more terrifying.
At that time, that would be when life really became worse than death.
Eleven o'clock.
The entire Chen Family villa was deathly quiet.
The servants had all gone to rest.
After hearing Gu Shengyin's words, Old Master Chen had not told anyone that he would be performing a ritual for his son at midnight.
