Waiting for death with unresolved bitterness is painful, and not knowing when it would come is even more excruciating. Trapped in this torment, unable to live or die willingly, Kuntai completely broke down, feeling his blood draining away, drip by drip, falling to the ground. The faint sound seemed like the malevolent laughter of the Death God. Kuntai struggled desperately, forcing his blood to flow faster and faster, just to shorten the impending arrival of death.
Luo Zheng saw Kuntai's desire for death and guessed that Kuntai probably really didn't know Lan Xue's whereabouts. He did not go to stop him, but rather found a place to sit down. Looking up through the gaps in the leaves into the sky, beams of sunlight shone through, squinting his eyes. Luo Zheng's face turned sorrowful as he thought to himself, "Xue Er, where on earth are you?" His mind was filled with images of her, her smile and her frown, all vividly clear.
