Many times, people trap themselves in place, thinking too much and doing too little.
Because of his low blood volume, Han Fei had always been timid, but after brushing shoulders with death just now, he completely freed himself from his shackles.
Rather than dying quietly in a deserted corner, rotting and stinking, it's better to go mad with abandon before the divine spirits awaken.
Although Han Fei and Kuangxiao are two different people, they subtly influenced each other, from their way of doing things to their personalities.
If it were someone who knew Han Fei very well, they would notice that the shadow of Kuangxiao was becoming increasingly evident in him.
The dazzling edge of the blade was the only light on the twenty-fifth floor; those who had never seen hope were easily cut down, and the squirming walls began to show numerous wounds that could not heal.
