Yan Qingyun refused to let go even after such torture. He was undoubtedly enduring immense pain.
Yan Zhiyuan had already lost his conscience.
Two streams of tears flowed from Yan Qingyun's eyes. He also wanted to die, but every time, he would wake up from the intense suffocation.
He didn't know why he couldn't die.
When Yan Zhiyuan said that he was a monster, he also thought that he was. But he knew that he was not. If he was a monster, why couldn't he move?
He was still Yan Qingyun. He didn't know how long this torture would last, but if the heavens wanted to torture him like this, he could only endure it and wait for the end in endless pain.
However, he could not say these words out loud.
The old servant tidied up Yan Qingyun and left. Before he closed the door, he could still hear his sigh.
