The whip lashed against his body, and it hurt.
But Nie Cheng didn't make a sound.
Moreover, the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth remained constant.
In the end, tired of beating, she suddenly waved everyone away, leaving only herself, squatting beside him, her beautiful Phoenix Eyes staring straight at him as she bit her lip and said, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Nie Cheng, with his eyes downcast, said, "What does it matter if it hurts? Will you feel sorry for me?"
"If you hadn't opposed me, would I have treated you this way? Nie Cheng… remember, my hands were clean in the beginning… they hadn't touched a single life. For you… when I still didn't understand anything, I stained my hands with dozens of lives…"
"They deserved to die…"
"But my hands are no longer clean… Nie Cheng, all this is what you owe me."
"Yes, I owe you."
