The walls were pitch black all around.

Standing before me was still that tall man in a black robe and wearing a bronze mask.

The ancient mask, adorned with eerie patterns, exuded a chilling aura under the red light, amplifying the sense of oppression.

But this time, Si Jin neither spoke nor fled.

He just stood there, staring silently at his lover across from him, without making any move.

His eyes, however, gradually went from initial surprise to deathly stillness.

A moment later, he let out a soft breath, turned around, walked to the iron chain, and directly fastened it to his wrist.

The thick iron chains made his wrists appear even more slender and fragile. After binding himself, Si Jin leaned against the wall, letting the waist rings confine him.

Then, as if waiting for some kind of release, she slowly closed her eyes.

This time, however, the expected glass enclosure did not appear again, and the iron ring on my hand quickly came loose.

Si Jin paused, seemingly somewhat surprised.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is Nie Linyuan, who has lost his mask.

The man looked to be only in his early twenties. Yingli's sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, and his starry eyes, which had long since lost the ability to express emotions, reflected only his face.

As if deeply stung by something, Si Jin's eyes turned bright red in that instant.

Before she could react, Nie Linyuan gripped her wrist tightly and pressed it against the dark wall.

The two were so close, exchanging glances, their breaths almost falling out of sync as they clung tightly together.

After an unknown amount of time, Si Jin couldn't bear it any longer and quickly looked away.

He exhaled a trembling breath, then closed his eyes again, as if he had finally fulfilled some long-cherished wish, and said, "Kill me."

Before he died, being able to see Ayuan one last time was enough for him.

He could not ask for more in this lifetime.

But the person on the other end remained stunned, neither reacting nor speaking for a long time.

After a while, Si Jin suddenly felt a warm breath brush past his ear, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He groaned softly, instinctively shuddered, and opened his eyes again, staring at the person so close to him.

"If you're not going to kill me, then let me go."

Nie Linyuan didn't speak, but gripped his hand even tighter, his eyes red, as if some emotion in his heart had been stirred up and was on the verge of exploding.

In a moment, she grabbed his chin, slowly leaned down, and pressed her lips close to his.

Seeing this, Si Jin knew that A Yuan had recovered somewhat, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

But as Nie Linyuan approached, she suddenly pushed him away.

With red eyes, as if she had suffered some great humiliation: "If you want to kill me, then kill me quickly. Don't do this. I'd rather die in ice water than die in your bed."

"It looks terrible."

He lowered his eyes, his knuckles gripping the hem of his clothes tightly, and muttered helplessly to himself, "You don't love me, it's too ugly."

Nie Linyuan's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but Si Jin didn't give him a chance to speak. Instead, she took advantage of the moment and quickly ran towards the door.

He didn't know what to do anymore, he just wanted to escape with all his might, unwilling to face this long and complicated torment any longer.

But as soon as they reached the door, they discovered it was gone.

The punishment room, which originally had only one small door, is now sealed off by four walls.

There wasn't even a window, let alone an exit.

Seemingly realizing who was behind it, Si Jin suppressed her excitement, turned her head, and glared fiercely at Nie Linyuan: "You don't love me, and you won't kill me, so why won't you let me go?"

"Are you just going to leave me here to be bullied by you... um..."