She won.
This round, she narrowly won.
She used her life as a stake to see if Yan Kuan was really willing.
Her blood, her life, would always be his weakness.
Those dazzling bright red, that blood red that made his heart beat wildly, only the heart-wrenching pain, that stimulated every nerve of his.
It was dawn!
She had won the bet.
With a deep hug, she returned to her husband.
With a deep hug, he almost lost the love of his life.
With a deep hug, they welcomed the morning sun...
Dark red blood flowed out of their facial features, similar to the asura that had been reborn from h*ll, demonic and crazy.
Both of them were in such a sorry state.
The woman in his arms was light and weightless.
They sat on the ground, and they slowly calmed their fiery and excited hearts.
"You really are my life!"
Listening to his familiar low and hoarse voice, she had never felt so comfortable as he did now.
