Ningyan ate like someone afraid the food would vanish if he slowed down.
Rice stuck to his lips. Soup sloshed over the edge of the bowl. His hands trembled as he shoved one bite after another into his mouth, barely chewing.
He would have died.
The thought wouldn't leave him alone.
If Yan Wuhen and Rong Yue hadn't appeared.. if they'd been even a moment later, he would've been just another body rotting in the Drift Forest. Torn apart. Forgotten.
The novel wasn't vague about its cruelty.
It was vivid. Bloody. Real.
This wasn't a good idea.
He had to be strong. He needed to be strong. But what could he do without turning to the male leads or doing the very thing he had sworn never to do?
Could he really hold off from following Book Ningyan's route?
Could he actually reach a happy ending without the male leads in his life?
Ningyan wanted to scream.
Instead, he shoved more food into his mouth.
"I don't think the food is going to suddenly get up and run away, Yan'er."
