Before, she found every act of bloodsucking exceedingly sweet, because it was her revenge against men, a backlash for the betrayal of the man she loved.
However, now she tasted only bitterness in her mouth. The hot blood filling her body seemed to have a miraculous effect, slowly washing away her painful memories. The terrible wounds in her heart seemed to be gradually healed by this fresh blood.
Meanwhile, Lanling clearly felt his life force rapidly ebbing away.
His body grew colder and colder, yet his mind was blank. At that moment, he realized he was nearly a twisted man. For the sake of so-called dignity, which was ephemeral, he had given up his most precious life.
Just as Lanling felt the arrival of death, his fresh blood entered Meng Tuoluo's stomach and then through her intestines, seeped into her bloodstream, and finally reached deep into her heart.
