Chapter 54 Prelude

• His eyes moved away from Yan Anmo's resting face and looked out at the rainy night through the gap between the curtains. It was blurry and lonely.
• "Anmo, let me take you somewhere tomorrow," his words were faint and casual, but on the inside, he was standing on a bloody battlefield.
• Xi Zhiheng felt like he was tearing his own heart out and throwing it on the ground. After being badly mutilated, and after the violent pain ended, all that was left was numbness.