Almost simultaneously with Li Yan's last word, a thick, sweet, fishy smell suddenly surged up his throat, his bones and innards creaked distressingly under an indescribable crushing pain,
Li Yan's five fingers pressed hard against the tea-colored tabletop, unable to suppress a muffled grunt of either pain or anger. But his upper body violently arched, like a fierce beast about to pounce.
At that moment, only the span of two arms separated Li Yan from Si Wenji!
Si Wenji, sitting opposite, noticed nothing amiss. She was just about to lean on her elbow and say something with a cold sneer when she met Li Yan's gaze.
It was a pair of incredibly turbid eyes. The dusty pupils conveyed a lifetimes' worth of desolation, yet they couldn't hide a hint of disdain and indifference to everything.
Unbidden, a phrase popped into Si Wenji's mind, "The tumultuous waves crash down, standing alone steadfast amidst the turbulent stream like an unwavering pillar, towering and majestic."
