A long while later, Su Qing saw a white figure in the distance. She stood far away, hesitating to approach.
A closer look revealed it was his benefactor.
He sat on the bed, gazing into the distance. After a long moment, his voice came out raspy.
"Benefactor, why are you standing so far away?"
The room was empty. He alone was caught in the throes of the Curse's affliction.
Voices echoed relentlessly in his ears.
'Why are you covered in so much blood? You're filthy.'
'Aren't you going to bleed out and die?'
'How did you end up like this? You're terrifying.'
'You're not the least bit likable. So annoying.'
Su Qing listened to these voices, losing all track of time.
His long, dark lashes trembled. His crimson eyes grew deeper, a malevolent energy surfacing. Yet after a long moment, his lips merely curled into a sneer.
'It's fake.'
'Benefactor said she likes me. She even said I'm her beloved. How could she possibly find me annoying?'
