It seems that someone on a certain day in a certain year said something similar to him.

In the end, his world was nothing but blood.

"Xiao Chen?"

Ji Fengming's call pulled Hei Xiao back from his daze.

Seeing Ji Fengming's unusually pale yet still vibrant face, a surge of emotion welled up in his heart that he himself could not quite understand: it's good that he's alive.

“When I was young, I was captured and imprisoned in the Black Purgatory. That person…” Black Owl, who had never mentioned this to anyone, suddenly wanted to tell Ji Fengming: “That person wanted to… I refused, so he whipped me and pinched me inch by inch with his fingernails. I was too young then… He was very powerful, I couldn’t… I thought I would die then, but I survived.”

Ji Fengming could clearly feel that the hand he was holding was trembling slightly.

He regretted it.

He shouldn't have let Black Owl talk about his past; it was all suffocating to hear.

If I make him say it again, if I make him think about it again, how much pain would he feel!

"Little Yao'er said that my dantian was damaged, and that injury happened back then..."

"Stop talking."

"Back then..."

"Xiao Chen, stop talking. You'll be alright, I swear." Ji Fengming forced herself to sit up, tightly holding his hand, her clear phoenix eyes slightly red: "I, Ji Fengming, may not live a life of great achievements, but I will definitely find that person with you and avenge you with my own hands, I swear."

The two consecutive "I swear" statements were not delivered with much righteous indignation or resounding impact.

Yet, it is the most moving word in the world.

Black Owl had never felt this way before. He straightened his face, choked back tears, and forced a smile: "Everyone says that those who enter the Black Purgatory are filthy. Why don't you look down on me?"

"Tsk, what about those people who hang out in brothels and entertainment venues all day? I've even been to brothels and entertainment venues, so what do they say?" Ji Fengming hooked his arm around Hei Xiao's shoulder and started acting silly again: "If I were you, I would do exactly what they say, just hanging around right under their noses, disgusting them to death, and then they can't do anything to me. Wouldn't that be great?"

"Hmph, shameless," Black Owl chuckled as he thought about the situation.

The vibrant spring colors that were so close at hand, suddenly bursting forth, tinged Ji Fengming's indifferent gaze with a kaleidoscope of hues.

Seeing his dazed look and worried about the severity of his injuries, Black Owl quickly pushed him back to lie down: "Just behave yourself. If you keep doing this, when will you ever recover enough to get out of here?"

Ji Fengming smiled sweetly at him, and surprisingly, she shut her mouth and fell silent.

Remembering his injuries, Black Owl took out alcohol and medicine from his storage ring: "Lie down, I'll treat your wounds. Little Yao'er said that wounds can get infected if they're not treated, and serious complications can be fatal. Your internal injuries are so severe right now, it would be troublesome if the wounds got infected again."

It's been several days already; if they were going to get infected, they would have gotten infected by now.

Ji Fengming secretly pursed her lips, but obediently and laboriously turned over and took off her clothes.

The boy was tall and slender, with an excellent physique.

After undergoing a medicinal bath to cleanse the marrow, her skin became even more delicate, smooth, and flawless.

This only made the dense, splatter-like wounds all over his back look even more shocking and gruesome.

Black Owl held the alcohol bottle, unsure where to begin.

"It's okay, I'm not in pain. Just pour the whole bottle out, I'll treat it as a medicinal bath," Ji Fengming said carelessly.