Images seemed to flash before his eyes.
The flickering candlelight in the room, the intricately carved dragon bed with its openwork design, where the man's heavy breathing and the woman's soft moans came from amid the overturned red waves.
The noble bright yellow of the Dragon Robe, the Dragon throne at the pinnacle of ten thousand people…
His head was getting more and more painful, the images before his eyes increasing, and it was as if a silver vase had suddenly shattered in his mind, with certain memories trapped inside about to burst free from their cage.
It hurt so much, as if a steel knife was about to split his head open!
Lu Hualiang pressed his hands against his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot vessels because of the intense pain.
Just as he was about to succumb to this excruciating pain, a thumping sound came from beside him.
He snapped back to reality and saw that Xia Weibao had fainted on the ground.
