"Luckily, the knife wasn't long enough, otherwise even an immortal couldn't save him if it stabbed his heart."
Xiao Shiqing heard these words upon awakening.
Soon after, the intense pain from his chest was even worse than when he was struck from behind by a sword on the battlefield; at least back then, he sensed the danger, dodged in time, and wasn't critically injured.
Now... what was happening to him?
He only remembered fainting, and then remembered nothing.
Did he hurt himself falling somewhere when he fainted, to be in such pain?
The pain was indeed severe, to the point where he could almost not breathe. He even found opening his eyes felt overwhelmingly heavy.
Crying voices from several people could be heard suppressing the sobs by his bedside.
"Young Master, why did you seek death? If anything happens to you, what are we, the servants, supposed to do?"
Seeking death, who sought death?
Was it him?
Impossible.
