As her right hand rubbed over the aching area, her beautiful and aloof face grimaced, and the pain became more excruciating.
She slowly inhaled and exhaled with her mouth.
Her cold yet seductive face appeared even more beautiful under the moonlight.
A few seconds later, she seemed to have recovered slightly.
Her clear and bright eyes took a look around. The empty night with not a creature in sight made her feel slightly more at ease, and her right hand continued to rub.
After a while, the pain seemed to have receded.
She raised her tightly clenched left fist and opened it, and a stone lay on her palm.
She took a look at it, and a soft, cold, and emotionless voice—which reminded one of the cold and faint moonlight—was heard.
"Northern Tiger King, I shall remember you now."
After her sentence was finished, she frowned again, and pain rose from her right chest once more.