Yin Chao's head felt as though it were splitting apart. This time, he had entered the memory from a first-person perspective.
In other words, these were all Elena's actual experiences.
The black-robed man's voice seemed to drift through the air.
The scene before his eyes gradually blurred, and his hands and feet went numb.
These were the warning signs of excessive blood loss.
Yin Chao did his best to resist the all-too-real pain, trying to break free entirely.
But his soul seemed locked inside Elena's body, leaving him no choice but to endure every injury she had suffered.
He could hold out no longer. His vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
When he woke again, he was somewhere dark and damp.
Yin Chao felt around and lifted his head, finding bars riddled with rust. Only a small skylight high overhead let in a sliver of light.
From his perspective, the lace dress he wore was covered in bloodstains and black grime, and a gruesome wound marked his slender wrist.
By now, however, it had scabbed over.
Footsteps sounded in the distance. He lay back down on the ground, pretending he had never awakened.
The visitor tapped lightly on the bars. "Here's today's food."
The voice was young.
The visitor seemed certain he was already awake, so Yin Chao simply opened his eyes and struggled to sit upright.
The one who had brought the food was a boy in a black robe.
When Yin Chao met his familiar face, his eyes widened in disbelief.
It was a face identical to Midnight's, only a little younger, looking about fifteen or sixteen.
"Are you with the Church? I've never seen you before."
Yin Chao stared straight at him, trying to glean more clues from the slightest changes in the boy's expression.
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