"Stop crying."
The old man standing by the bamboo bed gave another dry consolation.
Perhaps seeing its futility, he slowly added, "Once you've absorbed their life force, I'll help you out, and you'll look good again."
"Wait, wait, wait! You only ever know how to wait!" Yanzi on the bamboo bed screamed in fury, "I don't want to wait, not for a moment! Kill me, kill me, kill me!"
Yan Chunhui gazed at her and simply said, "You know I won't do that."
His voice could be considered gentle, but compared to Yanzi's agony, it seemed somewhat cruel.
"You bastard! You with the surname Yan, kill me now! Kill me!"
Yanzi cried, shouted, her voice gradually turning hoarse.
"I don't want... to live like this! Not for a single moment! I don't want...!"
The more painful it seemed, the more powerless it appeared.
Yet, Yan Chunhui's eyes quietly became clouded again.
He seemed to be lost in thought: "I feel like... did I forget something..."
He pondered quietly for a while without result.
