She heard the sound of water dripping slowly down the stone wall behind her, sounding empty and distant.

  There were icy water droplets flowing down along the stone wall crevices, seeping and wetting her entire back. The chill spread densely all over her body, while her legs had long since lost feeling due to pain. Only her hands still tightly grasped the chain, fiercely struggling and trembling.

  It's too much to bear.

  It's that kind of feeling where you'd rather die than be awake.

  She bit her lip tightly and couldn't help but let out a few painful hums, quickly wrapping herself up in the cold iron chains...

  Chu Ci didn't know how long he had struggled in agony, until the sound of footsteps came again from afar and drew near. This time, however, a faint light seemed to flash on around the stone wall.

  Facing the flames, Chu Ci slowly lifted her head, following the dim light and looking over.

  That masked man wore a deep purple long shirt, leaning against the stone pedestal not far from the firelight, with his long legs bent and his chin propped up, watching Chuyi struggle and torture himself on the ground with ease.

  It's as if... lighting a fire, just to see more clearly the appearance of Chu Ci at this moment.

  He looked at her for a while, and when he saw Chu Ci raise her head to look over at him, he couldn't help but curve his lips upwards, revealing a warm and gentle smile: "Miss me?"

  Chu Ci didn't say a word and couldn't utter a sound, but subconsciously clenched the lock chain in his hand.

  "Is it painful..." He seemed to understand her feelings at this moment, with his fingertips wrapped around a strand of hair, entwined between his fingers, and lightly slid over the thin lips that were slightly opened under the mask. Even, he stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, carelessly sensing her feelings, "Is it, getting more painful?"

  "Shut up!" Chu Ci's fingers, grasping the chain, had turned red and swollen at the joints, and the wound on his palm, which had not yet healed from a previous knife injury, was slowly seeping blood, staining the cold chain with a faint reddish hue.

  "I'm not going to shut up." He let out a soft hum, suddenly threw a bottle in Chu Ci's direction, and lazily opened his mouth to say, "If you feel like dying from the pain, just eat more white poison."

  Chu Ci stared at him on the stone platform, his eyes dyed a deep crimson by the flames, yet still he did not waver in his attitude.

  How could she not know that if she took the antidote again, the toxicity would be temporarily relieved, but when the next attack came, it would be ten times more painful than the first time...

  But it's the same, even if she doesn't eat, it won't make a difference...

  Even if she didn't take any more poison, she would still die a slow and painful death...

  Chu Ci's two hands were battered and bruised, with blood dripping from them, and his back was also covered in bloodstains, but despite this, he remained unyielding and unforgiving.

  The masked man, however, detested her virtue and stood up from the stone pedestal, coldly saying: "You should know that if I really can't get what I want, destroying it is just as good."

  The masked man said, reaching out and snatching the lamp from the stone wall, step by step approaching Chu Ci.

  Chu Ci was in so much pain that she couldn't catch her breath, grabbing the chain and clanking it against the stone wall as she tried to move towards it, but her legs were too weak to climb, and she was no match for that person.

  She stared intently at the flame in his hand, and at her most desperate moment, she didn't know if it was an illusion in her eyes, but she saw a familiar black figure in the light.

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