Ting Yan casually tossed the knife in her hand aside, slowly retrieved a needle pack and red thread, and spoke tenderly:
"Bai Lang~ Every body you've had was stitched together by me, do you remember where your original body is buried?
You loathe your own body so much that you probably don't remember, but I love you so dearly that I surely do.
Rest assured, I will cradle your head and return to the grave where your body met its end, letting you watch firsthand as your head is stitched back to that old, stinking, decayed and ugly body, one stitch at a time."
Bai Yuanduo's eyes overflowed with a blood-red hue, and his expression was one of grotesque despair:
"No... please don't, Mistress Ting, you won't have the heart... You love me so dearly, you wouldn't treat me this way."
He would rather his soul be utterly destroyed! He could not bear to return to that hideous body!
It was the nightmare that haunted him his entire life!
