Chapter 8 Heartburn

It was a dark night, dead silent. Moonlight struggled to filter through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Xiyan curled up alone under the bed in the room. The originally neat quilt had already been kicked into a mess by her.

The heart-scorching poison, like a demon hidden in the dark night, has completely awakened at this moment and started to wreak havoc mercilessly.

Xiyan only felt that there was a raging fire burning wildly in her body, spreading from her internal organs to her limbs and bones. Wherever it passed, she felt severe pain like a needle piercing her.

Her hands tightly grasped the bed sheet, and veins bulged on her slender arms.

Her body spasmed uncontrollably on the bed. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to suppress the moan that was rising from the depths of her throat. However, the tiny groans continued to flow out from between her teeth, echoing in the empty room, revealing endless despair and helplessness.

Those eyes that were once extremely beautiful were now filled with pain and confusion. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her lips were so dry that they were bleeding. But she had no time to care. She just gasped for breath in between spasms.

Xiyan didn't know how long this pain had lasted. After bidding farewell to the morning clouds and welcoming the sunset, only two days had passed.

In the past two days, she felt as if she had fallen into hell. She locked herself tightly in the room and was completely isolated from the outside world.

Han Xiao knocked on the door several times and brought her food, but she didn't open the door and didn't touch a bit.

The pain from the blazing flames had destroyed all her consciousness.

She didn't want anyone to see her in such a miserable state. No one could save her from her pain except Xiao Nanyue's antidote.

At a certain moment, the despair that penetrated deep into her bones was like a raging tsunami, completely engulfing her.

When the pain reached its peak, tears slowly flowed from her eyes, her lips trembled, and she murmured to herself:

"If I could be freed from this pain by dying, how wonderful it would be..."

At this moment, the pain of every minute and every second was magnified infinitely, and death became the only salvation she longed for in her heart.

However, it is a pity that people who are tortured by this kind of pain cannot live or die.

Another wave of severe pain came, and Xiyan's sanity completely collapsed in this extreme pain.

She suddenly jumped out of bed, barefoot, opened the door and rushed out desperately.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the courtyard of the Regent's Palace, which was silent and still.

That's right! The night is getting deeper and quieter, and I think everyone has fallen asleep. Who would appear in this deep night when it is still warm but still cold?

Xiyan ran straight to the back garden.

The lotus pond, shimmering in the night, seemed to be calling her.

Without any hesitation, she jumped into the cold lotus pond.

The freezing water instantly enveloped her scorching body, and the chill pierced her skin like sharp blades.

But at this moment, this coldness became her only salvation.

She greedily felt the coolness, trying to use it to resist the pain raging like fire in her body.

As time went by, the cold pool water gradually numbed her senses, but the pain still followed her like a shadow.

A desire to die suddenly arose in her heart.

She no longer worried about her life experience, and didn't want to know who her parents were or why they abandoned her. She also no longer worried about the fact that she risked her life for Xiao Nanyan, and had to endure this heart-wrenching pain for a single mistake.

At this moment, everything in the world no longer matters. She just wants to get rid of this endless torture completely.

So, she stopped struggling and let her body gradually sink to the bottom of the pool. The world around her became darker and quieter. She suddenly smiled. Fifteen years had been wasted after all...

Just as she was about to fall into eternal darkness, a mysterious light flashed like a meteor, and jumped into the pool with a "splash"!

The man moved quickly, reaching out his hand to her waist, and with a little force, he easily pulled her body out of the water.

Xiyan's consciousness was already blurred, but she still held on, trying hard to open her heavy eyes.

In a trance, a charming face appeared before his eyes. The narrow eyebrows and eyes were wrapped with a hint of coldness, just like the handsome young man who saved him from the mouth of the vicious dog eight years ago.

It seemed that she was truly dead, otherwise, how could such an illusion appear? If she was truly dead, would all the suffering be relieved?

Over the years, she has trudged through the blood and rain, and has had enough of her hands being stained with blood.

Every time she carries out a mission, the sharp blade is unsheathed, the cold light flashes, and life disappears like a candle in the wind. Those who die in her hands are both evil and good people, and her sense of guilt follows her like a shadow.

Every time she killed someone, she would plant a sunset primrose in front of the house.

Presumably, when the flowers bloom, they will be densely packed under the eaves at dusk, representing the life ended by her.

Every time, she stood alone among the flowers and gazed at them for a long time, silently repenting in her heart. She also wondered who would end her life one day?

Who else would plant a sunset primrose for their own dead soul?

Is this all coming to an end now? Good!

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and her face was like a night-blooming cereus in the cold night, short and cold, sad and desperate. The world seemed to lose its color in that instant, and the man's eyes were confused in that instant.

Then, her eyes slowly closed, and her body collapsed limply in Xiao Nanyan's arms. Her consciousness was like a kite with a broken string, gradually drifting away in the darkness. The air in her chest became increasingly thinner, and a feeling of suffocation followed her everywhere...

But at this moment, two warm lips suddenly pressed down on her, instantly dispelling the coldness between her lips.

Then, her tightly closed teeth were pried open roughly with a bit of unquestionable arrogance. In an instant, fresh air flowed down her dry throat and into her lungs.

After repeating this several times, her breathing gradually became steady, but the agonizing pain in her body still persisted.

Until, those lips, carrying a faint medicinal fragrance, invaded again, as if a pill was being sent down the throat into the stomach.

But those lips didn't stop there, they actually entangled her small tongue, becoming more and more entangled...