Just as the battlefield turned into a mist of blood, with the sound of killing shaking the heavens and the whole expanse of grass stained red, in another part of the Qi County government office, there was a quiet room without a hint of movement, yet it was similarly filled with a faint scent of blood.
It came from Shang Ruyi's tongue.
The door was tightly closed, and the windows were sealed. In the dim light, Shang Ruyi sat woodenly by the bed, looking like a puppet whose soul had been taken away. Her face was as pale as if drained of blood, and she was so numb that she could feel nothing.
The only sensation was the warm, metallic taste of blood spreading from her tongue, filling her entire mouth, and then gradually enveloping her whole being.
It was her blood.
Because she was in pain, such intense pain, yet unwilling to let out a groan, she bit her tongue.
And that pain—
