"You're right… It's all my fault… It's all my fault…" Shadow kept muttering, repeating it over and over in between throwing up.
The words of the Second Young Master of the Feng family had entered her ears like the devil's voice, consuming her with guilt, leaving her unable to think clearly.
Shadow couldn't fathom how she would face her ancestors again; the shame of failing to protect the First Young Lady was unbearable.
She was a failure.
'This is beyond beautiful! She's so broken!'
Feng Shen stifled a laugh, grinning wildly as he reveled in the moment, taking delight in the pain and self-loathing unfolding before him.
He so badly wanted to drive her deeper into despair, to witness her pain—both physical and mental—and to see her truly broken.
So much so, Feng Shen dug his nails into his palms, fighting to restrain himself. Licking his lips, he gazed at her like a predator eyeing a fresh meal.
