Nan Xi was entirely on the brink of breakdown, her mind clouded, and she could hardly remember who she was anymore.
But she harbored hatred, hatred for the world, and even more so for the Devil.
Yet, this time no one came to save her. The moment she chose to make a deal with the Devil, she should have foreseen such a day.
After all, no matter how you look at it, she was still somewhat fortunate.
Had she not acted recklessly when she first arrived, perhaps she wouldn't have met her end so swiftly.
...
Han Feng's gaze was fixed intensely on Xu Yan in front of him, unable to see through him.
Even though they had been friends for many years and seemed like close brothers, they were both unaware of each other's deepest secrets.
"I don't know, I don't know whether we will be friends or foes in the future."
Han Feng was no longer certain what his relationship with Xu Yan would become.
