*flick* Zhao Tian reappeared in his room and slowly sat on his bed as he recounted the events that happened in the past few days.
He could still feel the ache in his chest, but he clenched his teeth, bearing the pain.
He turned slightly, and in the next moment, a headless corpse and a severed head appeared on the bed beside him.
Zhao Tian's breath hitched.
His eyes flickered with emotion as he looked at the familiar figure.
His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out, brushing away strands of dried blood-matted hair from her pale, lifeless face.
Yao Jing.
Her once vibrant and mischievous eyes were now lifeless.
Her body is battered.
Bruises and deep lacerations covered her skin showing the suffering she had endured before death finally claimed her.
Her blood had long since dried, leaving dark crimson stains on her torn robes.
Zhao Tian's breath grew unsteady and his vision blurred slightly as a sharp, unbearable grief clawed at his very soul.
"Forgive me… Jing'er."
