He even thought about finding a way to break the curse and let him regain his freedom.
So he went.
Before heading to the Capital, he wrote a letter to Liang Zhichen explaining his whereabouts, but later, many more things happened, and he almost died.
If he hadn't met the young wife of the Liang family, he might have indeed died.
Su Lang laughed emotionlessly, but from this laughter, no emotions could be discerned.
"Xiao Qinghe, I've come."
"I know, you're here, right here."
He slowly lowered his gaze, the shadows in his eyes growing more profound and obsessive.
At this moment.
Su Lang heard some noises, turned his head to look down the slope, and saw a winding trail of blood, as if someone had crawled through there.
He followed the blood trail with a frown and saw a girl with a bloody head injury. She was severely injured, seemingly beaten before, with a broken arm and leg, her face bruised and swollen. That brutality reminded Su Lang of his past.
