Turning back to the room, Kong Zhaozhao sighed softly.
The room was filled with many furnaces, burning year after year, day after day, keeping the temperature never below fifty degrees. Yet, despite this, Kong Zhaozhao felt not the slightest warmth.
She went to the dressing mirror and removed her outer garment.
It was a beautiful body, fair and smooth, with skin as delicate as porcelain, a supple roundness, flat stomach, and long beautiful legs.
But none of this was the point.
On Kong Zhaozhao's chest, at the heart's location, the blue-purple blood vessels were clearly visible, throbbing faintly with the heartbeat, like a sinister hand, constantly extending towards the heart.
Once this frost poison completely invaded the heart vessels, that would probably be her time of death.
Every midnight, at two hours past midnight, the frost poison inside her would erupt, torturing her to the point of being unable to endure anymore.
