"This is an illusion, this is an illusion!!"
In the gloomy bridge tunnel, Li Huowang with a bloodied head knelt on the ground, trembling as he repeated over and over again, as if trying to solidify his own beliefs.
The scene terrified Huanhuan who dropped her xiaolongbao on the ground and turned to run outside the tunnel, crying bitterly.
Li Huowang knelt there for a long long time, the environment around him alternating between dim and bright.
After shifting between the bridge tunnel and the woods three times, he went to the riverbank, cleaned the dried blood off his face, then turned to walk out of the tunnel, a cold glint peeking between the fingers of Huowang's hand.
On the ground where he had been, only the name Sun Xiaoqin remained; another name was completely covered by the blood.