The girl on the cross was silent for a long time.
"Someone will come to save me... he promised me."
"He? In my eyes, all men are liars and betrayers, not even as useful as paper dolls. Most likely, upon hearing the reputation of these witches, he's already run ten thousand miles away..." the Sloth Witch said languidly, "But... although I also think you're beyond salvation, it's good to have something to look forward to before death, so you can die less desperately."
"He'll definitely come."
Hearing this, Ke Mingye froze for a moment, hugging his body, sitting in the darkness, shivering slightly.
After a while, he suddenly felt a strange reaction in his body, so he looked up and glanced toward the mirror on the opposite side of the bed.
Seeing the reflection in the mirror, Ke Mingye's pupils trembled slightly.
