Endless blood-red mist swirled through the air, its thick, bloody stench assaulting the nostrils and threatening to make anyone retch.
Mo Yu stepped over the mangled flesh strewn across the ground, walking steadily toward Shen Ru.
Shen Ru had always been someone who scorned talk of love.
Love was the most absurd and frightening thing in this bizarre, terrifying world. He had never believed that anyone's death could fill him with rage or pain.
Yet the man's death had brutally shattered the walls he had so arrogantly built around his heart.
Shen Ru did not ask what Mo Yu had seen in the nightmare, but judging by the man's expression and movements, it probably had something to do with him.
"Though I didn't discuss it with you beforehand, all in all, it went pretty smoothly."
The young man smiled and tilted his head as he looked at the man before him, seemingly hoping to turn the page just like that.
But those words undoubtedly ignited a nameless fury in Mo Yu's heart.
His expression twisted for an instant, then swiftly returned to calm. The man smiled elegantly, but there was no warmth in it.
"You always forget that you're mine."
Shen Ru's already racing heart beat even harder at those words, and the thrill they stirred made him all the more eager to push his luck.
Shen Ru gently pushed the man away, his dark red eyes glittering with amusement. "Aren't you forgetting, President Mo? Right now, you're only a suitor."
"You should also understand one prerequisite, Shen Ru."
The man gazed intently at the exquisitely beautiful rose before him, each low syllable seeming to roll over the edge of a blade.
"The prerequisite is that you have to stay alive."
His voice was unusually calm and level, but Shen