He had already maintained this posture for three days and nights. During these past few days, he didn't eat or sleep, so his mind was almost completely blank. Meanwhile, his appearance was even more terrifying, eyes sunken, eyes full of bloody wisps. His cheekbones were high up, and the beard on his chin was unshaven. There wasn't the slightest bit of the cool and unrestrained manner he had before. He entered a deep state of pain and guilt, feeling as if a poisonous snake was viciously biting down on his heart.
Suddenly, a swift sound of footsteps came from a distance and quickly came to him. Song Xuan still didn't move as if he hadn't heard it. He really hoped that the enemy would come. It would be a relief if he died in the enemy's hands. It was Yan Jianmeng who came. He screamed and ru
