"Execution wine, it's execution—wine!"
At this moment, Shang Ruyi's eyes turned blood red, not from the panic or fear of being surrounded, but from the unavoidable memories of that night, memories stained red with blood filling her eyes.
Even the feeling of being almost drowned, overwhelmed by a sea of blood that night, once again engulfed her.
As it turned out, she had never forgotten.
The man stood before her, arrogant, defiant, with a world-conquering air, even at the end of the road, even when cornered, he refused to bow his head, he still believed that he had done no wrong in his life!
It was clearly his struggle, his plight, yet these days it had become her nightmare, even if she deliberately tried not to recall it, it constantly haunted her, until this moment, the nightmare seemed to become a reality, she too seemed to be cornered like he once was.
But—
