Struggling to breathe, Zhan Se opened her mouth widely, gasping for air several times before meeting the flickering light in his eyes. She tilted her chin up. Her smile was extremely provocative, as though she were relishing the sight of a trapped beast struggling in its cage. She managed to articulate her words with deliberate difficulty.
"Yan Zhan, if it's really as easy as you say, why is there only one emotion in your eyes?"
Yan Zhan did not answer; his gaze was intense and fervent.
Then, his ears heard her say two light, floating words.
"Pain!"
"I'm in pain? Why should I be in pain? The pain is yours!" Yan Zhan suddenly turned vicious and tightened his grip on her neck.
"Yan Zhan, stop deceiving yourself. Your eyes are full of pain because you know that even if you defeat Emperor Quan or you have my body, you'll never have my soul. Even more so, you will never find redemption for your own soul!"
Redemption for the soul?
