"This Tang saber's bloodletting groove is custom-made by me. Soon you won't feel any pain." Xia Tian said with a smile.
Crow looked at the Tang saber stuck in his abdomen and the blood surging out along it, and a sudden emptiness filled his heart. The pain was no longer felt, but he could hear the sound of blood flowing. The years of hardship and the burdensome gratitude pressing down on him would all disappear with his death. No responsibility, no obligations, no gratitude, lies, promises, loneliness, and deception—nothing remains.
Ending life is a kind of release. Now, nothing matters anymore. All he wanted was to take one last look at this world.
Crow tried hard to turn his head to look at the bustling area a few streets away from the courtyard. He longed to be like the ordinary people, quietly watching a movie, shouting wildly for the art he loved, or throwing a fit for not getting tickets, finding a girlfriend he loved, cooking for her every day, and then having a cute child.
