On Purpose
Editor: Atlas Studios
At the very end—when he was tied into a dumpling, the ropes on his body was of just the right strength: not too tight, not too loose. He then closed his eyes to wait for the suffering feeling to invade his senses.
Not long after, he felt the familiar discomfort.
Even though it was not his first—every single time, he felt the death-like torment… Bai Luoyin. His eyes suddenly produced immense hatred. It was all her fault, all that woman's fault.
When he was overwhelmed by the hatred till the point he lost his senses, a pair of hands held his shoulders down.
When he was finally a bit saner, he looked up; and in his blurry gaze, he saw a man's silent face and his slightly worried expression.
"Chu Lui, you're actually an idiot."
His consciousness started slipping away from him, but the pain was still reverberating through his bones, tormenting his body and his soul. It was as if there were a thousand holes in his body, and his soul was infected.