After the crowd dispersed, Sisi searched around again, but Wan Yun was still nowhere to be found, as if she had vanished into thin air.
Frowning, Sisi took one last look at the dark garden, deciding to give up searching for Wan Yun elsewhere, and left the garden with Mo Ye.
Under a cluster of evergreens in the garden, Wan Yun lay on the ground, stained with blood. In each hand, she held a rose, with blue veins bulging on the backs of her hands, and blood was trickling drop by drop from her fingers, resembling a blood centipede.
After the intercourse with the man, Wan Yun's fever subsided a little, but she knew it was only temporary. She had to find a way to leave, as that little slut Sisi would certainly call someone over, and by then she would truly be beyond redemption.
When her body reached its first climax, Wan Yun gritted her teeth and grabbed at the roses. The sharp thorns tore into her palms, causing her to curl up in pain, but also granting her a brief moment of clarity.
