His fingerprints were branded onto the iron chain.
Sweat dripped down his frail and thin body, mingling with the already dried blood.
He appeared more disheveled than ever before.
He was now so thin that he looked neither like a human nor a ghost, kneeling on the ground in such a twisted and distorted posture, like a demon who had crawled out of Hell after enduring countless hardships.
Xu Xingguang suddenly felt her face was wet. She reached out to touch it and realized that at some point, her face had been covered in tears.
"Huo Wen'an..."
Never before had Xu Xingguang felt such heartache for a man.
The ring worn on Huo Wen'an's middle finger emitted a dreamy, mystical blue light. Xu Xingguang stared at the ring, examining her own feelings seriously for the first time.
