"At that time, there was no Healing Medicine, and then we encountered two, two Great Shamans..."
"She died..."
Chen Yuan recounted intermittently, unconsciously lowering his head.
Water droplets continuously dripped onto the newly made wooden table, making a ticking sound.
But in an instant, the falling snowflakes covered up those traces.
Chen Yi drank the wine on his own, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.
He couldn't help but wonder, if there had been no illuminated screen at his first birthday celebration, would his life be more miserable than Chen Yuan's now?
But such thoughts quickly disappeared.
It's sorrowful indeed, but their experiences are different, it's hard to tell which is more miserable.
"Ling, Senior Sister Ling died under my sword..."
Chen Yuan took a deep breath and said, "I killed her to survive!"
