"Stop crying."
Standing before the bamboo bed, the old man offered another stiff reassurance.
Apparently seeing that it had no effect, he added slowly, "Once you've absorbed their life force, I'll help you fix things up. Then you'll look as good as new."
"Wait, wait, wait! All you ever know how to do is wait!" Swallow shrieked furiously from the bamboo bed. "I don't want to wait—not for another moment! Kill me, kill me, kill me!"
Yan Chunhui looked at her and said only, "You know I won't do that."
His voice could be called gentle, but compared with Swallow's anguish, it was cruel all the same.
"You bastard! You, with the surname Yan—hurry up and kill me! Kill me!"
Swallow wept and screamed until her voice grew hoarse.
"I don't want to... I don't want to live like this! Not for another moment! I don't want to...!"
The more her suffering showed, the more helpless she seemed.
But Yan Chunhui's eyes had quietly grown cloudy again.
He seemed to lose himself for a moment. "I have this feeling... did I forget something?"
He thought about it quietly for a while, but came up with nothing.
He sighed, his back slightly hunched. "Forget it..."
What in this world couldn't be set aside?
Who in this world couldn't be left behind?
Forget it!
"Little Snake has been out of the valley for three months now." He furrowed his brow. "I wonder if he's taken care of things."
It seemed that only then did Swallow's wailing reach his ears.
He leaned closer and squinted at the woman on the bamboo bed...
Then he looked surprised. "Swallow, how did you get so badly hurt?"
Swallow, who had been weeping and shrieking in pain, suddenly fell silent. Tears still streamed from her eyes, but