Zhou Yan stared at the youth's still trembling, closed eyes.
Suddenly, he realized that he was very close to this youth—not just in physical proximity, but also in spirit.
Zhou Yan felt his heart was about to leap out, to fly away, to surge into the heart of the youth in the crystal coffin.
He felt as though he was about to be devoured by this corpse, to be reduced to ash.
Never before had he felt so close to death.
When this sensation arose, Zhou Yan felt a chill through his entire body.
His heart seemed to be bound by an inexplicable force, shrouded and fettered by a completely suffocating, deathly still air.
This was not about facing a formidable foe; there was no enemy at all.
It was as if he had suddenly grasped that the true day of death had arrived, and when such a feeling came, Zhou Yan had no way to resist.
A sense of resignation overwhelmed his spirit, and Zhou Yan suddenly gave up resisting, letting go of all the obsessions he could not relinquish before.
