The countless rays of light behind Huo Yuhao all imprinted upon her with that palm. The blood-red color in her eyes was instantly dispersed. As the blood light faded, all that remained in her eyes was clarity. Her pale face even gained a hint of rosy color, along with a smile of liberation.
"Thank you," her voice was no longer hoarse, but became pleasant to the ear, yet it seemed as if it came from another world.
Huo Yuhao still had his eyes closed, tears streaming down, not hearing her voice at all. In this moment, at the end of this battle of life and death, both of them were immersed in their own worlds.
"Yearning is a very mysterious thing. I yearn for my dad and mom. Why did you leave so early, why couldn't you protect me? You let that fat woman torture me, you let me be violated by countless people in that cold cellar, as they wreaked havoc on my body under her orders, destroying my spirit, polluting my soul. I was only fifteen then.
