"Is that Wan Xue Nian?" Gu Chengyu saw the man beaten terribly, his snow-white undergarments stained red with blood, torn into strips hanging on him, with chains on his hands and feet.
Earlier, he seemed lifeless, lying motionless on the straw-strewn ground. If not for the occasional faint rise and fall of his chest, Gu Chengyu would have thought he was dead.
Wan Xue Nian struggled to open his eyes. He seemed to hear correctly; indeed, someone was calling him. Could it be that treacherous Kuang Zhao Ying, coming to interrogate him again late at night?
He barely managed to open his eyes, his view obstructed by hair, making it unclear. He saw only a dark figure, but upon seeing this figure, he suddenly gained strength.
"Who are you?" He still harbored a sliver of hope, hoping this was someone sent by the Third Prince, wondering if the Third Prince had thought of a plan.
