Staring at Huo Bai's long, pale hand, Chai Miao clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the terror welling up inside him. He didn't want to look, but his gaze was completely drawn to that hand. It captivated him completely, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.
'I'm going to die. Is this really how it ends?'
'My nearly one hundred years of a carefree life... are they going to end in this godforsaken place? Right here, right now?'
Chai Miao stared at Huo Bai's outstretched hand as scenes from the first half of his life began to flash through his mind. At this final moment, the images that appeared most vividly were, surprisingly, of his wife and their hapless children.
'If I just die like this, what will happen to them? Without my protection, will those relatives from the side branches—the ones who always had to tread carefully around me—take revenge on them?'
At these thoughts, an even greater fear seized Chai Miao, and he froze completely.
